12. Hugo

“No way!” I screeched in excitement as I tore through the box of goodies Roark had brought me. I’d never seen anything like the contents it carried, the alien technology glistening and glowing as I pulled it out piece by piece with the help of the nanobots I’d programmed. The most exciting item of all, however, were the sets of old translators that I couldn’t wait to pick apart.

Maybe I could figure out how they worked?

And if that was the case, maybe I could alter them so that we could use them onboard the ship? It was an optimistic thought, but I clung to it—and them—as I turned to Roark to thank him.

“Yesh?” Roark looked confused.

It took me a second to realize that the last thing I’d just said had included the word ‘no.’

“Oh sorry! I forget you take things so literally,” I blinked up at him, setting the things I held down. “I didn’t mean ‘no way’ as in no . I meant ‘no way’ as in ‘oh my god, this is awesome!’” He wouldn’t understand any of that, but I gushed anyway. I hadn’t breathed since he’d shyly handed me my gift, and my lungs wheezed while I beamed at him as fondly as I could. “ Thank you. ” He knew that one, and melted immediately.

He stiffened up again, however, silent for a moment like he was processing something, before he spoke. “You…are…welcome.” Roark sounded out the words slowly with a heavy accent, but there was no doubt that he’d been practicing. He looked proud of himself when the words came out correctly. I wanted to kiss him. To smooch his big pink head. But he was too far away—and also—presents!

I had presents .

I could totally build something with the rest of this, even if I couldn’t salvage the translators. I knew I could. I'd taken robotics in my senior year of high school, and also had been captain of its robot fight club, the League For Battery Fueled Assassins. I knew feedback devices, end effectors, and controllers like I knew the back of my hand. It was why, despite the technology being new and—for lack of a better word—alien, I’d been able to manipulate the nanobots so easily. With the set of tools Roark had also given me, there was nothing I couldn’t do. No more janky fork for me, yay!

“Happy?” Roark asked. This was one of his newest words. He said it in a funny way, more like “hoppy,” but I knew what he meant. He was really trying, and with every passing day we were able to communicate better and better. Every time he said a new word, he’d get the most serious, kinda constipated look on his face while he waited to see if he’d used it right way.

It was so fucking cute.

He was so fucking cute.

Which was not an impression I ever thought I’d have about the stoic Captain. With every passing day, I liked him more and more.

Roark let me play with the “Box of Awesome,” as I privately dubbed it in my head, for a good few hours. He even gave me a snack so I wouldn’t get hungry while I worked.

I arranged the items first by size, then by metal type, then by what I thought the devices must’ve been used for before they’d been broken. Knowing Roark, there was nothing dangerous in the box, so I didn’t need to worry.

He always had my best interests at heart.

I appreciated his protectiveness in a way I hadn’t before. It made me feel safe to know I had him watching my back. I’d never had that before. Ever.

Now that I understood him better, I could see how difficult it was for him to let go of the reins he’d held so tightly for so long. I could appreciate him for that too. Roark’s protectiveness came from a good place. I still didn’t understand why he was this way, but for the first time in my life, my burning questions were content to wait.

A quiet snore startled me out of my wandering thoughts. When I lifted my head, tools still in hand and a pile of nanobot bits scattered on the floor between my legs, I saw Roark passed out in bed. It wasn’t late. Definitely wasn’t bedtime. I’d memorized the squiggles on the clock, and these squiggles usually meant we’d be fucking right about now.

Damn.

That was a distracting thought.

Roark lay propped up against the shell-like edge of the mattress. His tablet was on his belly and his glasses were perched askew on his nose. Poor dude was exhausted . It’d been go, go, go for him for a while now, and I wasn’t surprised he’d crashed.

It had to happen sometime, right?

I felt guilty, because I wanted to help lift some of the weight he carried, but I didn’t know how.

Abandoning the corner of the room that I’d commandeered, I rose to my feet and padded barefoot across the room. My knees bumped the edge of the bed when I arrived.

As if he sensed my presence, Roark woke, blinking pretty blue eyes open, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. “Little…beast,” he murmured in English, reaching out with a huge hand to hover inches from my ribs. I leaned into the touch and he sighed again, content, stroking over my flank as tentacles split from his squishy pink forearm and looped around my hip, holding me comfortingly in place.

I didn’t know why he called me that. But I liked it.

“Tired?” I asked him. He knew that word too.

“Yesh,” Roark agreed, reaching for the tablet laying on his abdomen with sleepy, sluggish movements. I halted him, fingers wrapped around his wrist—how much of it I could wrap around, anyway, considering our size difference.

“Let me,” I said, not sure if those were words he’d understand or not. He nodded and I grinned at him, picking up the device, before setting it on the nightstand. I removed his glasses next, carefully folding them up and setting them down, unsure how the hell they stayed on his head when it was so large and he didn’t have ears.

I wished I could ask him.

Roark was watching me.

His gaze was hot and shivers tickled up my body as I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“Hungry?” I asked, more than willing to get some food for him. We’d been to the cafeteria together enough times I was sure that I could find my way there, especially after my little impromptu adventure when I’d been spying on him.

“Yesh,” Roark agreed with a sigh, continuing to stroke my side as he moved to sit up.

“Roark?” I gave his wrist another squeeze and he paused, observing me. It wasn’t often I addressed him so plainly. He could sense something was up.

“Yesh?” His entire body was tense, but I held his gaze anyway, unafraid of the teeth and claws—and the predator that I had frozen with one simple touch.

“Let me.” It was a simple request, and one I wasn’t entirely sure he’d understand.

Apparently he did, because he responded by blinking in confusion. His spots changed color so fast it was hard to pinpoint how he was feeling. Eventually, they settled on a pale gray. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure what it meant, but I had to guess it was somewhere close to confusion or anxiety, judging by the alarmed rumble he was emitting.

“Please?” I wanted him to trust me. I needed to prove to him that I could be useful.

Roark grew scarily quiet as he thought. I knew without a doubt that he was going to give in. He was a softie like that.

“Please?” I repeated, squeezing his squishy wrist. “Please, please, please?”

He frowned, shifting a little on the bed before he sighed, dropped his head, closed his eyes—and nodded.

After releasing his wrist, I launched myself at him. Exuberantly, I threw my arms around his thick neck and squashed him tight as I fluttered kisses all over his rubbery cheeks, careful to avoid his teeth. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Roark barked out a laugh and the palm that had petted my side stroked down my back, then up, then down, then up again. His fingers gave my nape a gentle squeeze, and I pulled back to beam at him some more.

I get to go out on my own!

He trusts me!

“Safe,” he commanded, the word a bit garbled. I wasn’t surprised he’d made Ushuu teach him that one straight away. “Huu-goh safe.” I studied him, warmth tingling all over as I caught the very real fear in his eyes. “Huu-goh safe or I come.”

Another full sentence!

“Okay,” I agreed eagerly. “Safe,” I cupped his cheeks in my hands, never more aware of the difference in our size than I was when we were pressed close like this. “I’ll be safe, I promise.”

His spots stayed that same worried gray shade as I planted a kiss on his snout, backed off his lap, and launched myself at the door. Because I rarely thought things through all the way, I typed in the code to the door while he watched, and eagerly bounced on my heels as it opened with a faint hiss.

It took me a second to realize what I’d done, and when I did, I turned around slowly, ready to be reprimanded for memorizing his password without permission. However, all I saw on Roark’s face was affection and amusement as he shook his head and closed his eyes again.

“Huu-goh safe!” he reminded me sternly, eyes still shut.

“Yes, sir!” I called back, bursting out the door and practically skipping all the way to the cafeteria.

It was fairly quiet, but there were enough Sahrks present that I didn’t feel alone. It took me a second to figure out how to get the fridge open on my own, but I managed, only to remember belatedly that I kinda needed to get plates first.

Everything here was so unnecessarily…complicated. Cupboards didn’t have handles, and the buttons that opened the drawers in the kitchen were as invisible as the ones in the hall. I quite literally had to molest the cabinetry just to get them open. Unfortunately for me, no plates were located on the bottom half of the shelves, which meant I’d have to get the ones up top that Roark usually grabbed.

I’d hoped they wouldn’t all be up there.

I’d hoped in vain.

So I hiked a knee up onto the counter and struggled onto it. Safe. I’d promised to be safe, so I’d move nice and slow and easy.

There was an anxious murmur behind me, and as suddenly as I’d climbed up, I was yanked back to the floor with gentle hands. When I glanced over my shoulder I realized the person who had cupboard-blocked me was the same blue shark I’d met the day Roark had taken me aboard—his friend, Mala. Roark had said his name enough times I’d caught it, even without a formal introduction.

Mala emitted a short barking sound of amusement—like an asshole—as he shook his head, opened up the cupboard I’d been trying to get into, and pulled down two plates.

When I snatched them from him, he just laughed some more.

To my annoyance, Mala watched over me as I piled our plates high with the same bark stuff we always ate, grabbed utensils—located in the bottom drawer, thank goodness—and headed toward the doorway.

“Huu-goh,” Mala called my name before I could leave. I turned around and he beckoned me closer. It made me a bit nervous, but only because I didn’t know him as well as I knew Roark, and we’d never been alone together.

Mala pulled the fridge open while I watched. He rustled around for a moment, gesturing for me to hold still. When he was done, he had a bunch of drinks and what looked like a box full of donuts. My stomach rumbled and I gaped at him, before he jerked his head toward the door and led the way down the hall, his arms full.

When we made it back to the room, Roark looked alarmed when he saw his friend enter first. However, he relaxed the moment Mala stepped aside to reveal me standing behind him.

“Mala,” Roark greeted the other shark with a grin. He sat up straight, and with remorse I watched as my plan for a lazy night in bed went up in smoke. I huffed at the blue shark who barked out another laugh and gestured at me with one drink-laden hand. He said something to Roark in sharkish that had him laughing as well.

Okay.

So they were actually friends, then.

And if the way Mala collapsed onto the bed beside Roark and passed him a drink was any indication, they were close. I didn’t know what to do, since I’d never really had friends like that before. And also because Mala was kinda in my spot. And my hands were full. And he’d never been in our room before. So I kinda wanted him out.

Maybe it was a primal thing.

I had no idea.

He and Roark spoke for a few more seconds as I wobbled, trying to decide if this meant I should go back to my doggy bed or sit on Roark’s other side. It was a big bed, but the sharks were big too. And even though Mala’s body language screamed casual, I still floundered.

Roark, bless him, noticed.

His gaze snapped to me and he said something quietly to his friend before he held a hand out for me. I wasn’t sure what he wanted. The food maybe? Cheeks burning, I handed him his plate and bit my lip.

He frowned down at the plate for a moment before placing it gingerly on the nightstand and held his hand out again.

Okay, now I was confused.

“Huu-goh, come,” he commanded gently. I did what he said, though I still felt off-kilter. However, that feeling quickly died when he pulled me snug onto his lap.

This was new for us.

He’d never done this before.

But it was…nice.

It was super nice.

He was solid and squishy and huge. And honestly super fucking comfortable.

Once settled, I swallowed the lump in my throat as Roark wrapped one arm around me and reached to retrieve his plate from the nightstand with the other. His breath ruffled the hair at my ears as he leaned down and flicked what I assumed were ‘kisses’ with his tongue along my cheek.

“Thank you,” his voice rumbled quietly, and I shivered all over, suddenly lightheaded.

Mala observed us with a fond expression on his face. For what felt like a million years, but was probably only an hour or so, he and Roark chatted. Roark tried to include me, but he didn’t know enough English to translate what was happening. I appreciated the effort all the same.

It was nice to see him interact with a friend. Like I was getting to know another side of him. The way we sat snuggled together was even nicer though. He fed me some food and I chewed while he took a bite of his own. When our plates were empty, he set them to the side and Mala passed around donuts from the box.

They were different than the ones we’d eaten on F’ukYuu, but looked delicious all the same. Roark grabbed two and held one out to me. The powder on the outside was sweeter than sugar, and lighter, too. With a happy sigh, I lapped at it before sinking my teeth inside.

Gooey, creamy goodness exploded on my tongue, and Roark barked his amusement when I moaned happily around the treat. Uncaring of the audience I had, I shoved another bite in my mouth immediately, making a mess. Damn, I loved these things.

“Careful, Huu-goh.” he reminded me in his carefully annunciated tone.

I got the message loud and clear. Slow down. He didn’t want me to choke. I made my bites smaller but couldn’t help the way I devoured the treat with quick efficiency. Mala echoed Roark’s mirth, eyes crinkling into crescents when Roark handed me the donut that was supposed to be his own.

“Are you sure?” I asked him, biting my lip. I didn’t want to take advantage of his kindness. I got the feeling he rarely indulged. He was kinda a robot. But I also really fucking wanted his donut.

“Huu-goh, eat.” Roark commanded.

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I devoured Roark’s donut with just as much enthusiasm as I’d eaten my own. Mala watched us both with a fascination I didn’t understand. It was nice, kinda. Like he’d never seen Roark this way before, and was…proud of him, or something. It was the same way Ushuu had looked at us when we’d had lunch together.

When the blue shark finished his last drink, he rose from the bed to his full impressive height, and gathered up our dishes and the empty bottles. He wasn’t as large as Roark was, and his colors weren’t nearly as striking. But I supposed he was alright looking.

His vibes were not nearly as serious as what Roark gave off.

More…friendly.

Mala and Roark exchanged goodbyes. When Mala paused in the doorway, Roark made a quiet inquisitive sound. Mala said something teasing, cocking his head toward the mess of parts I’d made in the corner of the room, before he smiled, even softer this time.

No doubt he was teasing Roark for the gift.

Roark’s spots turned fuchsia and I fanned my fingers along his forearm to soothe him as Mala finally left.

When I wiggled around to face him properly, he looked just as exhausted as he had before, though some of the tension he’d carried was gone.

“Thank you,” Roark repeated, cupping my cheek in one massive hand and leaning down till our breaths mingled. His tongue slithered out to skirt along the curve of my jaw, and my lashes fluttered as I smiled, tingling all over.

This had been a big step for him.

He had chosen to trust me.

And that meant…everything to me.

“Thank you,” I echoed. We both knew I wasn’t talking about the donut. I mean, I was, but…I was talking about everything else, too. The way he always seemed to know what I needed. The way he pulled me close when I felt my most scattered. The way he didn’t mind our differences. The way he was teaching me day by day what it meant to belong somewhere.

To be wanted by someone else.

I’d never been wanted before.

If only he knew I wanted him back just as fiercely.

We brushed our teeth together in tandem. It was the first time I’d joined Roark, rather than insisting on taking the time for myself. He’d been obviously pleased, his spots turning a lovely shade of pale pink, as he’d stepped back to allow me room to reach the sink in front of him.

My head barely came to his rib cage when I stared at our reflections in the mirror. Roark always took longer than I did, considering the amount of teeth he had—I’d timed him once, and it’d taken him a solid 630 seconds from start to finish. Which translated to ten and a half minutes of active brushing. The shush, shush of his motions had grown comforting over the last couple months. I looked forward to it, lying in bed, listening to Roark get ready. He was incredibly thorough.

An alien with excellent dental hygiene.

For the first time since I’d boarded the ship I didn’t leave the bathroom as he prepared to shower. He didn’t ask me to either. He simply shucked his pants off and I gulped as I came face-to-face with his massive pink ass and thighs. Roark checked the shower, making a grumpy sound when he realized he was out of soap.

I didn’t know where he kept it, so I hadn’t replaced it when we’d run out the night before.

Completely naked, it was easier to see Roark’s organs and bones. Which shouldn’t have been pretty—but it was. And nope, there definitely was not a womb. I’d been right. I could, however, see the hint of bones inside the squishy pink of his upper thighs, and the thought that I was seeing something he never showed his shipmates made me feel incredibly special.

In all the time I’d known him he’d stayed at least partially clothed. Even at night when we were in bed together, he barely shucked his pants off to play with me, then he pulled them back on. The only exception to that rule was when he was changing clothes.

This was… intimate .

Also…his ass was juicy as hell.

I’d never really looked at someone’s ass and thought—god damn, that thing is yummy—before. This was a first for me—just like so many things we’d shared together. Meaty and thick, bouncy and soft. Roark bent over, his shoulder brushing mine as he reached beneath the sink into the cabinet below to grab a bottle of soap to replace the one we’d used up.

There was something weird sitting beside the soap, and when he tried to shut the cupboard, I stuck my leg out to stop him.

“Huu-goh?” Roark’s voice rumbled beside my ear as he stood up, soap in hand, his breath ruffling my hair for the second time that night. There was no denying that that was a warning.

I’d never been good at heeding those.

Instead of listening, I pulled the contraption out of the cupboard. It was surprisingly heavy. Pulse thrumming, I placed it on the counter to get a better look. Why was he hiding this? When I glanced at Roark, he was watching me, and his spots were a dark fuchsia pink. It was a good look on him when he was naked.

Turning my attention back to the object, I hummed thoughtfully.

The device was block shaped with suction cups on the bottom and back, presumably to hold it in place. The shape wasn’t all that interesting, but the squishy black hole in the middle of the block certainly was. As I stared at it I tried to make sense of what exactly its function could be. And why Roark would have it in here—hidden in the bathroom. And why he was deathly quiet beside me as I fingered the squishy center, pressing inside incrementally, curious what it would feel like.

The thing was recently cleaned. I could tell because it smelled like Roark’s soap, and the surface was slightly damp.

So it was something he must’ve used recently.

Maybe when he showered?

What the hell was it?

As I squished a second finger alongside the first, Roark released a wounded sort of noise. It was then that it hit me like a sledgehammer.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh my god.

This was a sex toy. This was Roark’s sex toy. Oh my god. Oh-my- god . I mean, I knew before this moment that he had a sex drive. Because obviously he’d clearly enjoyed playing with me—not that we’d done much in the days since he’d started training with Ushuu.

But…still.

To think of him and those big meaty thighs driving his cocks into this thing was just—Fuck. To imagine him pounding into it while he grunted and growled—like he did when he was on top of me—while that big ass flexed—while his tentadicks twisted together and he—oh shit.

Had he been getting himself off this week? Quick and perfunctory. Because we hadn’t had time for sex together?

Fuck.

That was so incredibly hot.

“What is this?” I asked him, certain he knew the words. I already knew what it was. But the mischievous part of me needed him to acknowledge what I’d found. How often had he used this thing? Often, if the scratches on its surface were any indicator. Looked like he’d really sunk his claws in a few times when he was fucking it.

Goddamn.

Roark whined and I turned to look at him, my fingers still squishing inside the fuck hole as he stared down at me. His spots were red now. Practically phosphorus. His eyes were black, flooded dark and hungry . I had only a second to think, oh shit, what have I done? before he was caging me against the counter and his tongue was twining around my neck like a noose.

Slick and hot, it squeezed tight enough stars swam for a moment.

“Huu-goh,” Roark groaned, low. “Huu-goh, bad .” The words were a bit garbled with his tongue out like that, but the sentiment remained the same.

The responding mewl I released was pitiful at best.

He was so big. So fucking big. Looming over me with his muscles straining and that slick as hell tongue twisting just tight enough pleasure zinged down my spine. And he hadn’t touched me in days—and I needed him. God, did I need him. So fucking bad.

Roark’s tongue slithered back inside his mouth. He bared his teeth at me, fangs glinting. Tell me why I never once worried he’d hurt me? Even now.

“Huu-goh, bad ,” Roark repeated. I licked my lips and nodded. Because he was right. I had been bad. I’d been nosy. I’d gone through his personal things, and I’d discovered something he maybe didn’t want me to see.

I shivered.

Dear god, please punish me with your cocks, Roark.

I’ll never be a nosy bitch again.

“Roark—” I murmured, because I was a masochist. “Show me?”

He groaned again, his eyes drifting shut like he was praying for patience—the same way I’d just prayed for his dicks. Before I could blink, he’d made his decision. Roark yanked the fucktoy from the counter with one hand, and grabbed my waist with the other. I only had a second to process what was happening before he was steering me toward the shower. There were several gaps in the wall I’d always assumed were for soap, but—as he shoved the toy into one of them to anchor it, I realized they had a much sexier purpose.

I still wanted him to show me how it worked, so I stayed quiet as he gently twisted my body around to face the toy. He arranged me in the back corner of the shower, my dick hard as a rock, so that I would have a good view of the show he was going to put on.

Roark gestured at the toy, his bulk shivery and warm beside mine.

“Yesh?”

I took him in with hunger, mouth dry. Roark’s cocks were serpentine as they laced together, writhing and slurping at each other, their suckers catching and pulling in a way that I knew firsthand felt amazing as fuck.

My dick flexed, a sticky patch forming in my pants against it.

They reached toward me and I bit my lip hard to stop myself from moaning. I wanted to play with them as badly as they wanted to play with me.

I could still vividly remember how good it had felt to press my cock between them. How they’d toyed with me, throbbing against my dick— around it. They leaked a lot. Slippery and hot. I remembered that too.

They were flushed purple with arousal, betraying how much Roark was getting off on this too. I nearly passed out when Roark reached down to fist the base of one, panting a little. “Yesh?” he repeated, always a gentleman.

I yanked my shirt off, my pants too. I chucked them outside the shower stall with my heart in my throat. Self-conscious of my scrawny chest, but pushing the ugly thoughts aside, I let Roark see just how much he was affecting me.

My dick was fully hard now, flushed red to match the purple of his. It listed to the left, throbbing with the beat of my heart as a bead of precum slipped down the shaft.

“Yes,” I told him, in case my dick wasn’t enough to convince him. I gestured at the toy the same way he had, eager to see him step up to it and give it a good fucking. “Show me.”

He seemed to debate with himself for a few seconds, gathering courage, before he nodded. That big chest heaved and my eyes traced down his thick belly to where he stroked his cocks one at a time, tight from base to tip to get them wet.

How many times had he done this while I’d been waiting for him in bed?

I’d always just thought he liked to take a long shower.

Fuuuuck, the idea of him in here touching himself while I was twenty feet away was enough to make my head spin. I knew I meant something to him or I wouldn’t be here. But the fact that he was showing me something this vulnerable was humbling.

He was important here.

A captain.

He had a purpose and a life. People depended on him. Beyond that, Roark had to be the most uptight guy this side of the galaxy. I don’t think he’d ever opened up for anyone the way he was for me right now.

Roark was a saint, he truly was. A saint with two massive needy cocks, and pillowy balls that begged to be sucked. I had never been as glad as I was right then that I hadn’t been born with no mouth—like some of the species I’d danced for on F’ukYuu.

I was going to put my mouth to good use, godddammit. Maybe not today—because fucktoy, hello—but sometime in the future. I was gonna smash my face in all that pink skin and rub my lips all over it.

Roark moved.

I inhaled sharply, watching enraptured as he twisted his body, widened his stance, and pressed the tip of one of the flushed tentacles into the hole of the fucktoy in the wall. A quiet groan left his lips as he flexed forward, fucking in an inch or so before pulling out and feeding the other dick in alongside the first.

There was a slick squelching noise I was sure came from his natural lubricant, and I squeezed the base of my own dick so I wouldn’t come right then and there as I watched him snap his hips hard into the toy, his big ass flexing.

The thump of his pelvis meeting the toy made me weak-kneed.

It was such a filthy sound.

Seriously fucking filthy.

Made my nipples tingle, and my hole clench tight—like I was imagining my ass in place of that toy—and Roark’s hips were pumping so deep inside me I saw stars. I wasn’t sure how he would fit, if I was being honest. It didn’t seem possible. But I wanted it to be.

I wanted to be stretched so wide my ass couldn’t close after.

I wanted to be sore and limping.

I wanted to feel that big, grunting body on top of mine.

Wanted to give Roark all my firsts.

Roark was a beast . He pumped in and out of the toy at an almost brutal pace as I watched, shivering and wishing we’d thought to turn the shower on. The only thing that would make this better was if he was glistening and wet.

God.

I was jealous of that damn thing.

I wanted that to be me.

Too soon, Roark pulled back, his cocks still hard and writhing as they dripped slick all over the floor. His nostrils flared as he turned to me, long sharp tongue flickering out—like he could taste my arousal.

“Huu-goh,” he demanded, “ come .”

I very nearly came right then and there—before I realized he had no idea that word had a double meaning.

There was no arguing with that voice.

That was his Captain voice. The one I’d heard on occasion, but was never directed at me.

I snapped to attention, swiftly crossing the distance between us as my dick acheeeed . Roark grabbed my shoulder and hip, gentle but firm, and arranged my body in front of his like we’d been at the sink.

When the fucktoy was too high for what he wanted, he made a frustrated sound. Before I could speak, I was being hoisted into the air by a thousand tiny tendrils. They spread my legs wide enough that my hole spasmed. I gasped, muscles straining as Roark rumbled against the back of my neck.

This position was obscene, and wrong—and lord. Fuck. So fucking hot .

I was so exposed.

While I hovered in the air, Roark put his free hand to good use. Slowly, deliberately, one thick finger flicked the tip of my cock. Hissing, I only had a second to recover, before Roark experimentally pinched it. That was somehow even better—and only became more delicious when he began toying with my slit curiously. He was acting like he’d never touched me before—even though that was far from the truth.

Roark was just as fascinated with my body as I was with his.

Which was as confusing as it was flattering.

I squirmed as he gave my crown another pinch between his massive thumb and forefinger.

“F-fuck,” I whimpered as Roark stopped his teasing and aimed my tip at the slick black hole he’d just been fucking.

I held my breath, sure I was dreaming.

That there was no way this was real. It was too fucking good. Too amazing—too?—

I couldn’t move.

Couldn’t fight back.

Couldn’t protest, even if I wanted to, as I felt his tentadicks bump against my ass cheeks, their slippery hot surfaces tracing the curves, suckers tugging at my skin.

And then he humped me. Hard. And the movement forced my dick inside the slick-wet-squelchy-good-tightness of the fucktoy so fast I nearly came on the spot. The tendrils surrounding my body writhed, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing as my cock was sucked inside the toy and Roark purred behind me, his hips still flexed against my ass.

One of his dicks tickled down my crack and I clenched my cheeks automatically to force it out—even though I’d just been thinking about wanting it inside me. I’d never had anything actually up there, and even though I was fascinated, the sensation was shocking.

“Huu-goh?” Roark’s voice was deeper than I’d ever heard it. Throaty. Like forcing me to fuck the wall turned him on just as much as it turned me on.

“Yes,” I told him, already knowing what he wanted. “Yes, yes, yes—” The tendrils tightened all at once, pulling me away from the wall, my dick slipping out of the hole with a wet pop. “No, no, no—” I chanted, shuddering. “Please, please?—”

And then he rutted into me again, sending my cock back inside as his dicks fought for dominance, both trying to slip between my cheeks even though they’d have to get along to fit. What if they got in?

That thought was enough to make me whimper.

God, that was amazing.

All of this was.

“Oh, thank you—” I hissed, tossing my head back as my dick pinched inside the toy and my hips flexed, attempting to rut into it. Only I couldn’t move. Still. And that realization only made me even harder. I was as immobile now as I’d been when he’d had me on the bed what felt like an eon ago.

“Little beast,” Roark repeated his nickname for me, affection in his tone as he pulled back just to fuck forward again. Slick, wet, fuck. Pull, squeeze, hump. In and out of the toy my dick went at the same pace he took pleasure from my body. I could feel his cum smeared along my ass, between my cheeks making them sticky and slippery. There was so much of it that it began to slip down my thighs too, making a mess everywhere, and leaving me thoroughly claimed.

Roark made these delicious little grunts every time he fucked forward, like he couldn’t help himself. His hot breath caressed the back of my neck, his tongue slurping over the center of my spine as I melted into bliss and forgot everything but what it felt like to be held, and loved, and pleasured.

The fat tip of one of his cocks rubbed my hole. I howled, shuddering anew as my muscles strained, and I was rocketed out of the foggy headspace I’d been sucked into. For a while there, I’d had no thoughts at all—hypnotized by the rhythm.

The cock’s tip rubbed and rubbed and rubbed , triumphant that it had gotten past the other dick and found where I was squishy and hot and ready to be taken.

Did I want that?

Did I want him inside me?

I’d fantasized about it, yeah. But this was real life.

I imagined it again. His hips pumping. His tentadicks winding together so they could fill me entirely. I bet it would hurt in the beginning, but I kinda liked that thought. I liked the idea that he’d be the first up there. I’d never even dared to stick a finger inside myself, but the idea of Roark doing it?

Ugh.

Yes.

He’d get me ready. I knew he would. Maybe he’d slick one of his thick pink fingers and go to town. Maybe he’d stick his long dexterous tongue inside me. Or maybe it’d be his tendrils, tiny and strong, wickedly talented as they grew thicker and thicker the deeper they moved. They’d already shown interest in my ass—it wasn’t that big of a leap.

He’d tease and tease, stretch me open, and make me come till I was relaxed and ready to take his monster cocks. Every part of Roark’s body was making it clear how ready he was to claim me. To own me. No leash or collar necessary.

“Oh fuck, shit,” I swore as Roark picked up the pace, huffing against the back of my neck, the tentacle at my ass slipping away as the other one fought to take its place. This one was needier, smarter too. It wiggled till it was wedged between my cheeks, spreading them. Roark growled. His cock shifted again, rubbing like it was…like it was looking for something.

The hair on my arms stood on end.

And then it happened.

His cock got what it was searching for.

His suckers aligned, one of the largest settling directly over my hole. I howled, my dick spilling over and over and over inside the fucktoy as Roark shoved hard against my body and the sucker on his cock gave a second greedy pull.

It was heaven and hell all at once. Heaven because I’d never known pleasure like this before. Pleasure that went on and on, that exploded like fireworks behind my eyes, that felt all encompassing and never-ending. Hell, because I knew it would end. I knew I couldn’t sit on his cocks one at a time all day every day for the rest of all eternity.

Roark crooned against my ear to soothe me as I shuddered and sobbed, emptying my load inside his fucktoy as he forced my hips to remain flush against it. “Good little beast,” Roark purred against the shell of my ear, his tongue flickering out to kiss it.

I could feel his eyes on me, fascinated and aroused as he watched my balls empty.

“Good Huu-goh,” Roark murmured.

I hiccuped a whine, head fuzzy and soft as he gave my hips a few last pumps, emptying every last drop, before he carefully tugged me out of the toy. My limp dick glistened with the mess we’d made together and Roark emitted a pleased sound as he reached down with his hand to cup my dick and balls the moment I was free.

It was something he liked to do, not that I was complaining.

His hand was warm. It made me feel a weird combination of safety and arousal as he held my crotch inside it like it was his right to do so.

The tendrils holding me up never wavered, and I never expected them to. It felt second nature to relax against his chest as his cock continued to suck at my entrance. And every time it did, electric shocks zapped through my body.

He was still hard.

Both his dicks were.

But my head was too foggy to do anything but lay limp in his arms as he gathered me in close and fluttered affectionate nuzzles over my cheeks and neck. He held me for a long time. And during that time, he stroked over my body, massaged the feeling back into my limbs, and cradled me inside his arms.

Roark probably knew less about sex than I did—which made the fact he touched me like this even sweeter. Because it was all instinct. And he wanted to.

When he turned the shower on he was careful to never get water in my eyes, even when he had to retrace his steps to get the new bottle of soap we’d left behind.

Roark was gentle as he scrubbed me clean, stroking my hair and my back, treating me with such kindness I didn’t know how to believe it was real. Here he was—this successful, massive giant. But he wanted me , for some reason. Wanted me enough to clutch me close to his chest and wait for my head to come back online.

Wanted me enough that he ignored his own dicks to bring me pleasure.

Eventually, I stroked his chest and without words he understood what I wanted, setting me back on my feet. He didn’t move far. Honestly, he looked a bit silly with tendrils shooting out of his body, hovering over and around me like he expected me to fall. Sexy too though.

My sexy pink protector.

I grinned at him and he relaxed, though it didn’t escape my notice that his dicks hadn’t gone down at all.

“Roark,” I murmured, biting my lip.

“Huu-goh,” he rumbled back, amused.

“I want to…” I wasn’t sure if he’d understand my words, but I knew he’d understand my actions. So I sank to my knees at his feet and peered up at him through my damp lashes. His cocks jerked toward me and his nostrils flared.

“Huu-goh…?” This time it was a question. One I answered by pressing my face against one of his massive supple thighs, my gaze never leaving his.

“Roark, yes?” I teased, asking him for permission the same way he always asked me. Even when it was obvious I wanted this. He barked out a laugh and his eyes twisted into the pleasant little crescent shapes they only formed when he was happy.

“Yesh,” he agreed with an indulgent huff, though his eyes told a different story as his spots turned red again, and blue flooded black.

If I was being honest, I didn’t know what to do with one dick, let alone two. But I’d always been a quick learner, and nothing about Roark scared me. Not even his monster cocks. I was more than a little glad that the first time I was sucking them hadn’t been the day we’d met. I might’ve run screaming back then if these sexy bad boys had started reaching for me, my own curiosity be damned. As it was now, most of what I felt was genuine excitement.

If I took it slow, and one at a time, I was sure I’d figure it out. Besides, this was exactly what I’d wanted. My mouth watered just looking at him.

I got the feeling Roark didn’t care how experienced I was either. Not if the look he was giving me was any indication. His big hand cupped my cheek, practically encompassing half of my head as he pet me encouragingly and I took a steadying breath.

I could do this.

I could totally do this.

His tentadicks slapped against my cheeks the moment I pressed close enough for them to reach, the first one—the bossier one—pushing at my lips like it knew exactly what I was going for. I gave it a chaste kiss and it shivered—pressed against my lips again, and waited.

When I glanced up again, Roark was staring down at me like I was the fucking messiah. He was shaking all over. I was clearly not horrible at this, if his reaction was anything to go by. Was this weird for him? He’d sucked on me but he hadn’t taken me into his mouth. He literally couldn’t for fear of his teeth.

Which meant…chances were no one had ever gone down on him either, even if he had banged other shark people—which I doubted.

Roark gaped at me like I was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

Like all he had to do was look at me to get off.

And god…

God, I’d never felt more desirable in all of my life.

His second cock pushed the first away—it was slightly thinner than the other one, but no less insistent as I gave it a matching kiss, and debated how best to go about this. I wanted it to be fair. But I was new to this. So one at a time it would have to be while I got used to it.

Lick-lick, suck-suck, done-done.

I had this in the bag already.

Reaching up with both hands, I grabbed a cock in each, gently nudging the first toward my lips as I gave the second a long, languorous stroke. It was so odd. The texture was not at all like my own. Slippery and strong—like a tail—but dexterous and malleable as well. The squelching noise that filled the air as Roark’s precum coated my hand would live inside my fantasies for the rest of my life. The substance was thicker than cum, and retained its slickness for longer. I wondered what it was made of—but quickly forced the thought away, focusing on the task at hand.

I can do this.

Sure, it’s a bit weird.

But so am I.

I pressed cock one against my lips, parted them, and gave it a long leisurely lick. Roark groaned above me and I could literally feel his cocks start to leak even more furiously as the tip wriggled in my mouth, trying to sink deeper.

“Be nice,” I reprimanded it, holding the base tighter and giving the second an empathetic squeeze before I opened my mouth and tried again. The flavor wasn’t bad. Slightly salty. Almost fruity. Like pineapple? I didn’t mind it whatsoever. Relieved, I sucked a little further, the strange bumps of the suckers finally entering my mouth. They got bigger the farther down his cock they went, and the little one wasn’t so scary.

It sucked at my tongue a little, and the sensation was nice enough I paused for a moment just to enjoy it. Deeper I went. Inch by inch. There was no way I was getting the whole thing inside, but I sure as hell was going to try.

I gagged a couple times, but that only seemed to make me more determined to get this right. Roark kept making these wounded noises above me. He’d dropped my face early on. Probably because he was worried about losing control and crushing me.

The tentacle was surprisingly polite now that it was down my throat, holding still and patient as I adjusted to its girth and Roark wiped the tears on my cheeks away. This was…yeah. This was nice. As I swallowed around his length and the almost sweet flood of new cum wet my tongue, I let myself drift.

I liked this.

I liked this a lot.

Just like I’d liked everything we’d done together.

When I looked up to check his reaction, Roark was still ogling me. He looked just as enraptured as he had earlier, though there was a distinct primal twist to his lips as he bared his teeth and his chest heaved with each erratic breath. It made me feel powerful to be regarded with such desire.

Poor baby. He was holding back so much right now, trying not to hurt me—to fuck me. With newfound determination, I swallowed around his dick.

“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 out what 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 if this is what I could look forward to.

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

And number three: Tentadicks .

Who knew?