“Relax,” I repeated.
“It doesn’t hurt, right?” he asked. I had already done this once before, without his permission, but he was wired and panicked at the time. I wanted this experience to be different.
“No,” I promised. “It is common for Maeleons to communicate with our feelers. It does not hurt.”
He exhaled and forced himself to relax again. “Okay… Go ahead.”
My feelers’ frilled edges undulated as they approached Assistant 23. The tips brushed his bare shoulders and melted asthey entered him, disappearing painlessly beneath the surface of his skin.
Assistant 23 made a soft sound but did not squirm or try to escape. My thoughts and emotions flowed into him. I knew he was experiencing them as if they were his own.
I did not hold anything back. My obsession, my carnal lust, my craven desire for him and him alone. It was raw and honest.
As my thoughts poured into him, I watched my feelers wriggle in his back. To my surprise, I found the sight strangely arousing. It was true that Maeleons communicated with our feelers. The practice was not considered sexual, unless done during intercourse.
But my mind was warped. Even this simple act of communication with the little human aroused me.
And because we were connected, he knew instantly.
Beneath the water, Assistant 23 crossed his legs. But it did not hide the truth. His body reacted to my lust with its own, and his cock hardened between his thighs.
One last ripple of arousal flowed into Assistant 23 before I removed my feelers. My point had already been made, and if I remained in that state any longer, I was in danger of orgasm without a single physical touch.
“Now do you understand?” I asked.
“Yeah. Crystal clear. No kids. No pregnancy.” His voice was thick with emotion and want. “Just… you and me?”
“Yes.”
He let out a reedy laugh, as though he could not believe any of this. “Seriously, of all humans, why me? You don’t even know my name.”
A dark cloud fell over him, and he suddenly went as still as ice.
“You didn’t find out, did you? From your feelers?” he asked urgently.
“No,” I answered. “I did not probe your thoughts. I only allowed you access to mine.”
Assistant 23’s wide eyes softened, but not all the way. “Okay.”
In hindsight, touching him with my feelers without consent was a mistake. But I was better at controlling myself now. Besides, it was much more satisfying for my little human to be honest of his own accord.
“I did not realize you felt sensitive about your name,” I said.
He stood up from the stream and turned to face me. Rivulets of water rolled down his skin, and I stared in fascination at his naked body. It was impossible for me to ignore his cock standing at attention.
“Let’s talk about something else. Like…” He cleared his throat. “Sex.”
My curiosity was piqued. One day, I hoped he would feel comfortable enough to open up about his name. But I had absolutely no intention of turning down his offer.
“Let us,” I agreed.
11 /Assistant 23
Farr’vye tookme back to his place. Unlike my hut, a sturdy branch was at the back for sleeping, apparently, though I didn’t know how much of that he’d be doing tonight.
My mind raced with a million thoughts. I thought I’d feel better after revealing my face and body to Farr’vye, and I did. But the relief only lasted for so long. Of course some other worry had to sneak in and fester until my insides were a tangled knot of nerves.
Why did it even matter so much? A name was just a name. Aword. It was less intimate than him knowing my face and body. For fuck’s sake, Farr’vye had coated me in his cum, and I still couldn’t even tell him something as straightforward as myname?