Epilogue #2
My cheek muscles hurt from grinning ear to ear, and I planted another shameless kiss on him, appreciating the warmth that moved through me, how his touch made me forget entirely about all the anxiety and pain I’d been experiencing the past couple of weeks, but especially that day.
Daddy explained that he’d arrived and considered waiting for me at my place, but he couldn’t bring himself to be patient, so he took Pluto with him and hurried to find if I was at work. He kept me company while I finished my shift, and then we headed back to my place.
I fed Pluto first. In the time Daddy had been away, I’d learned Pluto was maddeningly particular with his diet, so his food cost maybe what I’d make in a day at work, but he was so cute and so protective of me that it was all worth it.
By that point, Pluto had somehow managed to settle down, maybe having tired himself out with all the barking he’d done.
After feeding him, I showered, getting the work from the day off me.
As I loofahed off, my dick was as perky as could be, practically bouncing with excitement now that Daddy was back.
I’ve always been a pretty sexual guy, but being bonded with Daddy made me fucking feral for him, and I guessed he was the same because I heard him from the bedroom saying, “Can I join you now? I would love to wash up after all that intergalactic travel.”
“Get in here, Daddy. But bring the lube.” I was practically singing the words.
“Already got it,” he assured me. With a purple-and-pink tentacle I could see through the frosted glass of the shower door, he grabbed the handle and opened it.
It was wild to think I’d ever been nervous about his true form because now, seeing him in all his beauty, his subtle hues a work of art, each bulging vein a vision, I was utterly transfixed. And the way he looked at me, I had no doubt he felt the same.
He rested a tentacle against my ankle, sliding another around my waist to the small of my back, drawing me to him as he met me halfway.
In no time, his lips were against mine. Fire rushed across my flesh, surging within me as I felt each hand and tentacle find a place on me to caress.
He guided me to the shower wall, cupping my ass cheeks as his firm cock stroked up against my abdomen.
It was all too much for me, my cock straining from the intensity of what he stirred within me.
“Daddy,” I managed to say through a kiss. “Fuck me, please.”
His smile pushed against my face, and he stooped down, hooking tentacles around my thighs before lifting me and resting my back against the wall. I relaxed as one of his tentacles pulled away. It was only a moment before I felt the tip against my crack—wet, not from the shower water, but the lube.
My ass was so inviting that he said, “My Twink’s opening right up for me.”
“Yes, he is.”
I stared at him, bathing in his gaze as he steadily worked his way into me, with such tender care, such precision.
Bonding had made the experience effortless because he could read my every urge, my every wish instinctually, he could tell when I was ready for more without having to ask, though I still enjoyed telling him, “More,” and he was always happy to give it.
Daddy started with one tentacle, before adding another, forcing me open, shaping my ass so I’d be ready for him, stimulating my prostate so I was practically climbing up the wall.
“Are you ready to take Daddy’s dick?”
“Please. Give me all of it. I want you to shoot inside me.”
Saying those words sent a pulse moving through me that I recognized as his desire for me—it was nearly as arousing as what he was doing within me, forcing precum to bead out the head of my cock.
He swiped a tentacle over it and greedily took it into his mouth, lapping me up as he withdrew from me, allowing my ass only a moment of recovery before lining his cock up.
I took deep breaths.
Even knowing how in tune he was with me, a part of me was still nervous, just psychologically because of his girth, but as he took his time with me, I allowed myself to enjoy the experience, and once he was against my prostate again, I was gone, moaning out in bliss.
It wasn’t just my stimulated prostate. It was how in sync he was with my needs.
How he could practically read my desire and I could read his.
That I could tell how satisfied he was as he gave me this pleasure.
That in this moment, we were two beings coming together as one, where it was a struggle to untangle his pleasure from my own.
And when he fucked me, finally able to push in and out, I called out even louder before his lips clamped down on mine. He drilled me, demonstrating his expertise after opening me up so well.
And it still wasn’t enough.
“Knot in me. Knot in me, Daddy.”
“With pleasure.”
The sensation was intense, the pressure too much for me to bear as my climax shot like a bullet through me, and I called out as I came across my abs.
“Twink, I’m—” He couldn’t even get the words out before I felt him pulse, releasing into me.
Daddy’s powerful load filled me so much, I could feel him leaking out the sides. I clenched my cheeks, determined to keep as much of him in me as I could, as though some part of me thought maybe if I held on long enough, he could impregnate me with his seed.
We moaned together, bodies trembling as his forehead rested against mine, him keeping me perfectly positioned, comfortably against the wall as our breaths merged, his cock subtly thrusting as he released the last few pumps into me.
“You’re mine, Daddy,” I said greedily. “I can’t even imagine my existence if you hadn’t come to this planet and found me.”
He pulled away enough for me to gaze into his eyes.
“All the galaxies I’ve traveled, all the stars I’ve seen erupt, and nothing has ever been more beautiful to me than you, in this moment, full of my seed, fully mine.”
I’d thought I was totally and utterly fulfilled just by being stuffed with him, but it was clear by the sensations that pooled through me that I was wrong.
The sort of wrong I knew I’d always be now that Daddy was in my life.
THE END