My mind was quiet. Almost silent, if not for the warm thoughts of Farr’vye floating around in my head like dandelion fluff.
In the moment, I wasn’t Assistant 23 anymore. I wasn’t the person with my old name, either. I was simply the object of Farr’vye’s obsession, and I liked it that way.
“My little human is hard,” Farr’vye said sweetly. “Keep resting. I will pleasure you.”
A tiny groan fizzled out in my throat. It was too much effort to respond.
I’ll let Farr’vye handle it…
Just as promised, his tentacle traveled down to my erection and wrapped gently around the base. A real groan did escape me this time. The plush softness of his tentacle was indescribable. Nothing had ever felt so good. My hand didn’t even come close to the comparison.
My hips bucked on their own. I rocked into Farr’vye’s tentacle, my thrusts drowsy and sloppy. Farr’vye stroked my hair with his hand, a constant comfort and reminder of his presence.
Something weird happened to my mind. Everything slowed down, and all my thoughts grew fuzzy around the edges, as if my brain were melting. But I was calm. It felt perfect; a state of total serenity.
It’s like I’m floating in the ocean…
Farr’vye’s tentacle squeezed my cock with just enough pressure to make me sigh. My hips drove into his grip faster. The motion was lazy, but the pleasure was no less intense.
I opened my eyes just enough to see Farr’vye smiling down at me. His grin was genuinely sweet and adoring; at the same time, it was burning hot and perverted, obsessive and crazed. The dichotomy was fucking hot. It made me groan and thrust my cock into his tentacle with abandon.
No thoughts occupied my mind. It was perfectly empty, and all I felt was pleasure.
“Farr’vye,” I whimpered.
A low raspy sound like a purr vibrated in his throat. “You are close, little human. Will you come for me?”
A cracked moan was wrenched from my lips. His gracious command combined with his unrelenting grip on my cock was too much to bear. My body went taut as pleasure crashed over me. I came hard, shooting my release down the sides of Farr’vye’s tentacle. The moment lasted an eternity, and when it was finally over, I fell into a blissful reverie.
My eyes peeked open. I caught my breath.
Farr’vye smiled down at me. “How was it?”
“Guh,” I said, trying to saygood.But I was too happy and delirious to feel embarrassed at my speaking failure.
Farr’vye didn’t mind, anyway. He stroked my hair like I was a kitten curled up in his lap. Honestly, I felt like one. I turned and buried my face in his tummy, eager to let the rest of the world fade away.
“Let it all go,” Farr’vye murmured.
I nodded stupidly. It was already gone.
12 /Farr’vye
Assistant 23 sleptuntil the next morning. I nodded in and out of sleep, but I remained with him all night to ensure he rested well. It was satisfying to have him sprawled out and relaxed in my lap. He was a precious treasure, and it was my duty to take care of him.
As the night slipped away and dawn approached, I sensed thick humidity in the air. Heavy rain would fall today. A brewing storm, perhaps.
A light knock came at the door.
I rose, gently lowering Assistant 23’s sleepy form onto the blanket and answered the call. Linn’ar greeted me with a smile. Behind him, I saw the gray-blue sky crowded with dark clouds. My suspicion about the incoming storm was correct.
“Greetings,” I said.
Linn’ar looked pleased at the sight of Assistant 23 wearing one of his knitted coverings. “Oh, it fits well! I’m glad.” My sibling tilted his head and spoke quietly. “Is he asleep?”
“Yes. He had an… intense evening.”
Linn’ar understood my meaning and did not pry. “Wonderful! In any case, I came to inform you both about the storm. It’s going to be a bad one.”