Page 72 of I'm Not Your Pet

“Urhhhhgggg,” Roark made a sound like he was dying, his head jerking back as he spurted down my throat. It was a weird feeling because though the liquid was focused at the tip it also leaked everywhere else too. I swallowed what I could, but there was too much to take it all.

I whimpered as his tentacle began to wriggle, still leaking and spurting as it pulled inch by inch out of my throat. I felt empty and desperate for more by the time it was free, coughing a little as it bumped against my lips, feeding me the last few drops of its pleasure before settling against Roark’s thigh.

The second cock wriggled as I tried to catch my breath, somehow even hotter in my grip. I twisted my head to look at it, shocked to find it just as hard as it had been when I started.

Two orgasms.

Huh.

Each dick needed their own.

I hadn’t realized last time because they’d cum at the same time.

God, I could have so much fun with this.

Without overthinking, I sunk down on the second cock as well. Roark’s fists thumped against the wall and he hissed outwhat sounded like a prayer in his native tongue as I sucked and slurped, far more confident the second time around.

This tentacle was easier to go down on, though longer, and I ended up gagging twice as much as it twisted around inside me. While the other one had been bossy, this one was needy. It wiggled a little, desperate to get deeper. By the time it came too, Roark was a mess above me. He’d been emitting this menacing growl for the last five minutes, his upper body tense, tendons in his neck flexing as I let his tentacle fuck my throat.

I was exhausted but proud.

I pulled off with a slick pop. Tentacle two tried to get back in even though it had come, rubbing against my lips in question, but I gently pushed it away. I had barely enough time to recover before Roark was yanking me high into the air and shoving his tongue down my throat. It took me a second to realize he was tasting himself—god that was so fucking amazing. I surrendered to the kiss immediately, no longer alarmed when his tongue pushed back my gag reflex and it felt like it had quite literally entered my throat.

Roark swirled it around inside the tight orifice and I whined, my entire body floaty and soft all over again. When he eventually pulled out, his pace was agonizingly slow. His tongue traced my lips, almost like a thank you, before he was cradling me close and beginning to wash us off again.

“Thank you,” Roark’s hoarse murmur against my ear was worth any soreness I felt. “Pretty, pretty, little beast.” He sounded as wowed as I felt. And as he stroked me, petted me, cleaned me, and pampered me for the second time that night, I couldn’t help but realize three very important things.

Number one: I needed to stop insisting on private showers ifthisis what I could look forward to.

Number two: Roark trusted me. He really actually did!

And number three:Tentadicks.

Who knew?

“Good,” I murmured, more than a little pleased as I blinked up at the sparring room’s ceiling. Huu-goh had just toppled me over. It was the first time he’d done so, and though it hadn’t been a bad fall, I took a moment to gather myself so that he would feel as though it was.

I wanted his chest to fill with pride, like mine did.

Huu-goh had surprise on his side. No one would look at a being his size and assume that he was a capable fighter. Which was exactlywhyI found it imperative to train him.

Mala thought the whole thing was amusing. He had gathered much of the off-duty crewmates as well as Ushuu to watch. And they all placed bets—on Huu-goh, not me—no matter how many times he lost.

A fact that made him more than a little excited. He was pleasantly surprised that all of them actually wanted him to win. And I was equally as pleased, because there was nothing I wanted more in this world than for Huu-goh to feel appreciated and like he belonged here beside me.

Because he did.

It felt odd to fight him. To push him to the ground in this way. But it was fun too. It felt right to share something so central to my culture and childhood with him. Huu-goh was as fast of a learner—even if he lacked the physical strength and stamina needed for battle.

I wasn’t looking to turn him into a warrior.

Simply to make sure he could defend himself should the need arise.

He’d been more than a little excited when I’d told him we were nearing planet Sha’hPihn. And he’d been evenmoreexcited when I told him—in stilted human-speak—that I had something planned for him when we arrived.

Though I still spent time with Ushuu tutoring me, I’d backed off a little. The pace I’d been working that first week had been unsustainable, as shown by my rather major crash. And I couldn’t afford to be off my game as we approached the last stop on our way home.

There was too much at risk.

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