Assistant 23 cleared his throat and tucked a stray piece of curly hair behind his ear. “Um… You know, I’ve never really done this before.” His cheeks were already pink, yet somehow, they burned deeper. “Getting fucked. At all. I mean, I’ve tried it with myself, but I know it’s not the same. So I’m probably really bad at… that.”
A warm feeling bloomed in my chest as he continued to yammer on. In his time in the village, he was never much of a talker. He kept his heart and his words close to his chest, never letting anyone get close or hear his innermost thoughts. It meant a great deal that he was babbling on and on—just for me.
Overcome with affection, I brushed his cheek with my tentacle. He paused mid-sentence, his green eyes going wide.
“I could listen to you stumble over your words forever,” I told him.
Assistant 23 halted, then let out an abrupt laugh that made his eyes sparkle. “Onlyyoucould say that and make it sound sweet.”
My heart was full. And so was my erection.
“I can only hold myself back for so long, my little human,” I warned him in a tender voice.
“Okay, well, mypointwas…” He lowered his gaze, then glanced up at me through his lashes. “If you want to fuck me. You can just… do it.”
My feelers pulsed with excitement and desire. “You mean this truthfully?”
I expected to see a speck of indecision on his face, something that gave away his inner cynicism. But Assistant 23 met my gaze with confidence.
“You seem certain. And I really like that about you,” he said softly. “Actually, I like it when you’re a little dominant with me. It’s nice when I don’t have to do anything.”
I caressed his face again, tenderly, wanting to show him how much I truly cared before I lunged at him like a ravenous beast.
Then, still cradling his cheek in my palm, I pushed him to the floor. His eyes rounded, but there was no fear in them.
“I want you,” I growled, low and primal. “Iwilltake you.”
A shudder rolled over my human. He bit his lip, nodding quickly.
The message was clear enough. I did not need to hold back any longer.
My tentacles flew in and wrapped around Assistant 23’s ankles, prying them wide open in one swift motion. He gasped but did not struggle or look uncomfortable.
My hungry gaze raked over his naked body. Below his ribs was a sharp dip that fell into a pale valley. His cock, hard again, rested against his belly. And beneath the attached fleshy pouch was a tiny, secretive hole.
Now I understood why he thought it would not fit.
“It is small,” I said, “just like the rest of you.”
Assistant 23 squirmed. “Told you.”
“Shh.”
He had opened his mouth to continue arguing, but upon my command, his lips tightened and curved into a smile.
Adjusting his legs with my tentacles, I lowered the tip of my throbbing erection to his entrance. A brief flash of anxiety flitted across Assistant 23’s face, but it disappeared when I met his gaze. He giggled, then made an embarrassed sound and laid his forearm across his face. He did not tell me to stop or indicate that he wished to escape my grasp. He was helpless and at my mercy—and he liked it that way.
As my tip grazed his hole, sounds emerged from both of us. A pleasured growl from me, and a soft moan from my human.
I wanted to fuck him wildly. I wanted to break him apart and put him back together. However, this was our first time. He put on a brave face, which was a huge step forward for him, but I knew I must take this slowly for his sake. At least until he recognized that I would not hurt him.
My cock gently entered him. His minuscule hole compressed my member, clamping down on it with delicious pressure that made everything tingle. Hewastight. It was like trying to slip my tentacle into the shut maw of a pitcher plant. But this felt so much better.
As I went further in, my head spun with pleasure. I had assumed Assistant 23’s hole would be snug, but I was not prepared for the reality of his tightness. His ass swallowed my cock, devouring it. The suction was so powerful that it seemed I would not be able to back out. Not that it mattered to me. I would have been glad to be stuck together forever.
Assistant 23 breathed in and out in a steady rhythm. With his eyes still covered by his arm, he asked, “Well? Giving up yet?”
Could he not feel me? Perhaps he was so sure I could not fit that he had mentally blocked out all sensation.