Kur’tok licked his lips as he stared at my belly. It bulged from his ejaculation—which I didn’t think was physically possible without being dangerous, but I felt totally fine. Thanks, alien cum.
With a possessive growl, Kur’tok dragged his wet tongue along my chest and down my swollen belly until it found my hard cock. I moaned as he lapped at my sensitive flesh, replacing his tentacle as he wrapped his prehensile tongue around it.
“Don’t do that,” I whined halfheartedly. “If you do, I’m gonna—”
Too late. My hyper-sensitive cock was no match for Kur’tok’s sexy tongue. Another orgasm hit me like a truck, sending me into a wild craze of pleasure. So many embarrassing sounds spilled out of me. I must’ve sounded like a porn star.
As I floated down from my high, Kur’tok chuckled breathlessly.
“You should make those noises more often,” he said with a cheeky grin.
“I’d love to,” I replied through gasps. Then with a smarmy grin of my own, I added, “By the way, Itoldyou so.”
He huffed in amusement, nuzzling my cheek with his. “Fine, human. I admit it. You were right about my cock fitting inside you.”
“Mm, I love to hear that.”
Speaking of love, I suddenly remembered what Kur’tok said earlier—that he loved me. My cheeks flushed with heat. He’d said that right before I came, so his sweet words were the trigger for my orgasm. Apparently, on top of being horny as hell, I was also a big romantic sap.
I threw my sweaty, shaky arms around his neck, careful not to brush his vulnerable feelers. “I love you too, Kur’tok.”
He grunted but looked profoundly pleased. He was getting better at taking compliments. Enveloping me with his powerful arms, he lifted me up against his broad chest. “You are filthy in more ways than one, little human. Let’s clean you up.”
14 /Kur’tok
After a thorough washing,Paz and I returned to my throne where he draped himself across my lap like a limp animal. His smile never faded. It seemed that after finally getting what he wanted—my cock inside of him—he was utterly pleased with himself.
Although I couldn’t sayIwasn’t happy with the events, too. I never expected to find my filum at all, much less in the form of a fragile little human who gazed, enamored, at me like I was the most important thing in his life.
I stroked Paz’s head fluff as he hummed in contentment. It was nice to touch him and simply be with him. I felt strangely... peaceful. It wasn’t a feeling I was used to, but I preferred it to the constant rage and stress I’d endured for so long.
Paz’s stomach growled.
“Oops,” he said.
A possessive yet caring urge struck me. I stood, carefully placing him on the throne.
“I will fetch you food,” I offered. “Stay here.”
He stretched happily. “’Kay. Don’t be gone long.”
My heart fluttered. “I won’t.”
I rushed to the nearest fruit tree, wanting only fresh ones for my filum. Arr’tow and Haz’rull were already there. They paused as I approached, searching my face warily as if unsure of my mood.
I felt a stab of guilt. They looked nervous. Had they always stared at me that way? Was I too focused on myself to notice their unease?
I cleared the lump in my throat. “Greetings.”
Haz’rull gave me a stiff but polite nod. “Greetings, Kur’tok.”
Gesturing to the tree with my tentacle, I said, “I’m fetching food for my filum.” Realizing what I’d let slip, I quickly added, “I mean, for Paz.”
But I couldn’t unsay what I’d said. To my surprise, both their eyes lit up.
“Your filum?” Arr’tow cried excitedly.
Haz’rull seemed less shocked. They already recognized what kind of relationship we had. “It’s about time you admit it,” they said, tossing me the closest fruit.
