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)
“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.
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—”