Page 45 of I'm Not Your Pet

A wiggly, happy little squirm—right before he ducked out into the hallway, no fear or shame, just unbridled joy at the opportunity to explore.

This was the right choice.

I melted, following after him dutifully as some of the heat returned to my limbs and I shut the door behind us.

The leash jerked a little as he skipped down the hall, forced to a stop when he reached the end of its length. Huu-goh waited impatiently for me to lock up, feet tapping, eyes bright. I did not let him rush me, though his excitement was frankly adorable. When I returned my attention to my tiny tyrant, he was still wiggling animatedly.

“Fuhd?” Huu-goh asked. Clever darling had already figured out where we were headed. I nodded, and he beamed at me.

“Fuhd,” I agreed in his strange tongue, fumbling with the shape of the word in my mouth. I crossed the distance between us, and Huu-goh trotted along at my side. I did not mind sounding silly if my efforts put that smile on his face. My strides were much longer than his, and he had to jog to keep pace, even though I was going painfully slow.

Huu-goh did not seem to mind. His eyes were wide, taking in the hallway like it was the first time he’d been inside it. We’d been through here countless times on our trips off ship, but I did not begrudge him his newfound wonder.

Slowing down even more, I took a moment to appreciate the hallway as if I was looking through his eyes. Made of slick metal, it was aerodynamic and streamlined. The round doors that lined its walls were spread out further in our wing, as it was where those with higher ranks resided, like myself. The barracks where the majority of the other Sahrks bunked were located near the bottom floors of the ship. They were closer to the indoor pool, Ushuu’s lab, the exercise room, and the cargo hold than we were.

By contrast, the location of my chambers on one of the upper floors made the commute to the helm easier, which I appreciated.

Huu-goh’s fingers skimmed the wall, and I had half a mind to yank his hand back so he wouldn’t accidentally hit some of the hidden buttons along its surface. But none of them were harmful—at least not near my rooms, so I let him have his fun as we made our way through the ship.

I had only ever seen him this happy when I had his tiny dick wrapped in my tongue.

His good mood was contagious.

And pride, unlike anything I’d ever known, made my chest puff up.

I had done this. By pushing through my fears, I had given him this. I was relieved to know that I had managed to make his life better—even if it was such a simple thing. Still, my fears simmered beneath my surface, but they were farther away now as I basked in Huu-goh’s happiness.

I don’t think I’d ever made someone smile like that before.

Uncaring that we would soon have an audience, I mirrored Huu-goh’s joy. My spots were a thrumming, brilliant white as I debated acting on these new feelings—and if such actions would be welcome.

He’s never shied away from your touch.

Why would he now?

Bolstered, I took the leap, swooping an arm around my huu-man and hoisting his lithe body onto my shoulders. Delighted, he giggled the whole way up. His joy chimed like bells as his little feet kicked at my chest. His thighs squeezed my neck, like he was testing its width. I couldn’t help but think about the fact his greedy little cock was pressing right against me.

Huu-goh hardly weighed a thing. My tendrils slithered out to hold him of their own accord, as frightened as I was of him falling to the hard metal floor below. Despite his fragile size, his weight soothed the ache in my chest.

It felt right, having him close.

Even more right, was the fact he trusted me to keep him safe—even high above the ground as he was. Huu-goh’s trust had been hard-won. I never wanted to betray it.

Hesitantly, Huu-goh’s warm hands fanned curiously along my head fin. I nearly missed a step. No one had ever touched me there. It felt…odd. But not bad.

I wasn’t used to anyone touching me at all.

At least…other than Mala when we sparred in the mornings, or Ushuu when he looked to comfort me.

Huu-goh’s touch was tentative, like he was afraid he’d hurt me. It grew more confident as I rumbled a pleased purr to soothe him. In response, his fingers tightened, and he used my fin for balance as my hearts beat an unsteady staccato in my chest.

Could he sense how happy he made me?

Did he understand what the color of my spots meant?

And that they were only white because of him?

Being touched by him was such a simple pleasure, and it shook me to the core.

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