Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
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.