Page 25 of I'm Not Your Pet

Did he like that?

My cocks writhed together.

I squeezed.

Huu-goh’s breath hitched and his hips stuttered against my body. “Yehr tehn-tah-cles ahr?—”

I didn’t understand what he was saying, too enthralled by the swivel of his pelvis and the way his dick was pushing againstmy thigh. When I glanced down, I realized why exactly he had become so breathless.

My body apparently had a mind of its own.

I hadn’t meant to but…

Hundreds of tiny tentacles had sprouted from my elbow, slinking down his arms, sucking and pulling at him as they slipped beneath his shirt. Everywhere we touched they tickled across his skin, toying with the nubs of his nipples. It was a tantalizing sight, all that pink twisting and writhing across pale supple flesh.

Wasn’t this the sign I’d been waiting for?

Something awoke inside me as I stared and stared and stared, drunk on the sight of him.

Huu-goh’s cock was hard, just as mine were.

I couldfeelit. So much smaller, but no less masculine. Singular, but just as greedy as mine put together. I groaned, suddenly hungry for more. Hungry toseehim in an entirely new way. To taste him.

His length pushed against the fabric of his own sleep pants, thickening with every second. My tendrils grew bolder, pulling at his nipples till they pushed against the fabric. For a creature of his stature Huu-goh’s dick wasimpressive. Longer than I would’ve expected, and listing to the left as it pulsed against the thin fabric.

There was a wet spot forming beneath the crown, see-through enough I could see the pink head pushing against it. I confess, I couldn’t bring myself to stop even if I wanted to. This was everything I’d wanted—and I just…Ihadto see what he looked like when he gave in.

Had to see him come.

Had to touch him—the way I’d never wanted to touch another person.

Growling, I buried my face in Huu-goh’s neck, ignoring the voice in my head that whispered what I was doing was wrong. That I should wait. That he had asked for comfort, not this?—

But he didn’t seem to mind as he pushed his hips against my leg and began to hump me in earnest. My eyes flooded black with lust and I released a groan of my own, consciously tugging harder at his nipples now as my hand gripped his rump tight. He rutted harder against me, fucking my thigh like the little beast he was.

Ah.

Yes.

That’s what he was?—

Yes, yes.

“That’s it, little beast,” I purred in my own language. I shuddered when I felt him clutch hard at my shoulders, his fingers sinking in as he fucked and fucked and fucked. Tight snaps of those tiny hips, hungry and primal.

I urged him on, drinking him in greedily. My fingers rubbed at his ass cheeks, then between them, and lower still. With every touch his hips grew needier, grinding harder and harder. When I could feel where his balls were pulled tight, I paused. Huu-goh, because he was perfect, spread his legs wider to give me room.

His breath came out in desperate little bursts, and with each puff against my body, I felt like I was soaring.

You’re doing this to him.

You’re making him feel good.

My cocks jerked, slip-sliding in the mess they were making in my own sleep pants.

“Oh fuck,” Huu-goh mewled, snap, snap, snapping against my leg.

I glanced down at his face, away from the insistent little cock fucking my leg, only to immediately regret not looking at his expression sooner.

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