“I am already inside you,” I told him.
“What?” he squeaked, eyes flying open. When he saw that the tip section of my cock had disappeared inside his body, he made a high-pitched sound of confusion. “How the fuck? Did you get that in there?”
I chuckled. “Told you.”
He glared at me for stealing his statement, then burst into a breathy laugh. “Jeez. Wow. Um.” He swallowed, staring at the place where our bodies connected. “Not gonna lie. That’s really hot.”
“Yes.”
“Can you… go deeper?”
“Yes.”
I shifted my hips, pressing further into him. I could tell he felt it this time. His mouth dropped open and a weak gasp escaped.
I felt it, too. His fleshy ridges pressed down on my cock as it slipped through his channel, and the ever-present tightness sucked me in with its velvety heat. The sensation was unbearably pleasurable.
“How is it even fitting?” Assistant 23 demanded with a voice crack.
“My cock is more malleable than yours. It is—huff—bending to the will of your hole.”
He blushed furiously. “Fuck.” Then I pushed deeper, and he released a loud groan, different from any of his past groans. “Shit. Oh. This feels way too good.”
I grinned, pleased to know he was enjoying this as much as I was.
“Look,” I said.
Assistant 23 rolled his head down to follow my instructions. His eyes were glazed with pleasure, but when he saw the bump in his stomach, he looked nervous.
“Ah—oh, wait. That’s you, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Do not worry. You are not pregnant and cannot become so,” I reassured him. “But I must admit, I enjoy the sight of you bulging with my cock.”
My human let out an aroused whimper. When he reached down with shaky hands to touch the bulge, his own cock twitched.
“Fuck, that’s unreal,” he whispered. “It doesn’t hurt at all. It feels amazing.”
He was beginning to understand. That heartened me.
“Can I ask you something?”
He suddenly sounded serious. “Anything.”
“Am I dreaming?”
I chuckled, then noticed that he was not joking. “No, my little human. You are not dreaming.”
“Okay, ’cause this is all too good to be real. I don’t just mean the alien dick inside me. Well, that too. But youcareabout me. You love—”
He stopped as if his airway had been cut off. His face flushed, ears and all.
But it was too late. I have already heard that glorious word I had been waiting for.
15 /Assistant 23
Stop.Stop talking now. Before you say something even stupider.
The word broke free from my mouth, as if it had a will of its own, and its will was stronger than mine.