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)
I pushed my finger in, slowly, deliberately, listening as his body welcomed me, and with each push farther, I offered another kiss and lick, a reward for how well he was doing.
I navigated my way back until I felt a spot that made his entire body pulse with life, eagerness mixed with a pleasure that seemed to dull the mix of other emotions I sensed from him. It was clear from his response where he needed to be touched.
I knew I could give him satisfaction with my cock, but I regretted that I couldn’t please him to the full extent of my ability. Not when I knew it would make him uncomfortable.
“Daddy…do you want to try…”
He stopped himself, as though he didn’t dare go on.
“Try?” I pressed.
He swallowed, and it reverberated through his body.
“Do you want to try with one of your…tentacles…?”
I stopped my work within him, gazing up at beautiful Twink in shock. Given how he’d initially reacted to my nonhuman form, I couldn’t believe the request. Surely, he couldn’t want that.
He bit his bottom lip, and I could sense his hesitation, which I wasn’t willing to test, if only out of fear that he would wind up horrified or that it might traumatize him to engage with something so unfamiliar.
“You’re not ready, Twink.”
“No, please. I’m curious. I just…I want to know, just go slow.”
I feared that showing him my natural state, even only a part of it, might be too much, but I also wanted to share this part of myself.
As I continued teasing that spot—prostate, I knew it was called—his eyes rolled back in his head.
I allowed my tentacle to push from my back.
Twink watched, a mix of emotions that was a struggle to read, that made me consider retracting, but I braved getting close enough, not touching just yet, to see how he would respond.
He took a few breaths before taking the end in his hand, stroking his thumb across it. The uneasiness in him began to settle as he acquainted himself with what he must’ve perceived as very strange.
Yet I could also feel the part of him that didn’t find it strange at all. The part of him that was titillated, which made me glad I hadn’t denied him his request.
14
TWINK
I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting, exactly.
Even though it’s a myth that snakes are slimy and gross, it seemed I had a similar expectation with his tentacle. But it was soft and smooth, though firmer than a cock.
As I stroked, Daddy watched as I familiarized myself with this new part of him. I liked knowing that, unlike his human form, which I found so stimulating, this was part of the real man…well, not man, but the real Daddy.
I pulled his tentacle close, pressing my lips against it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. I was surprised by the excitement that pulsed through me, and the way his body trembled made my dick pulse in his grip, his finger still on that sweet spot within me. I offered a gentle lick.
“Fuck, Twink.”
I felt so out of my element, so uncertain, but also curious. Not just about what his tentacles were, but why the thought of them aroused me.
“When you said it could be better with these, what did you mean?”
He opened his eyes and smiled, his lips curling into his dimples.
A thrill coursed through me.
“Would you like me to show you?”
“Yes.” I was surprised by how quickly I responded, without fear or hesitation, despite how anxious I was about his true form.
As I released him, his tentacle rested against my torso. The tip slid across my flesh, like a finger trailing down my body, stimulating each nerve it encountered, giving off a subtle warmth. My body quaked, and I rolled my head back, reveling in the sensation as Daddy used his tentacle to explore my body, moving through the grooves in my abs, between my pecs, until it reached my throat.
He released my cock and hooked his arms around my thighs, keeping me in place as the tentacle glided down my torso, finding its way to my happy trail. I enjoyed having Daddy explore my body, his touch all over. When it reached my cock, it looped around, like a vine growing up from the base, creating a grip the way Daddy’s hand had before.
While he kissed my ass and inserted his finger farther, he jerked my cock with the tentacle. The soft hold was heavenly, as though it’d been made for this purpose, and I relaxed, surrendering, just wanting to be his toy. The tip of his tentacle settled at the base of the head of my cock, shifting about just under it, driving me wild.
“Daddy,” I moaned.
He firmed his touch against my prostate, and my nerves went haywire as my body twisted up reflexively. And this was only one tentacle. As he inched me closer and closer to the edge, driving me out of my mind, I imagined the sorts of things he could do if we were playing with more of them. It wasn’t just the stimulation, though there was plenty of that. It was the way it felt to be touched in so many places at once. To feel like he was consuming me. It evoked such a powerful response, mounting too quickly.