Page 21 of Space Daddy’s Guide to the Galaxy (Villains in Space #2)

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MICAH

SWOL-E was the best purchase ever!

Not that we actually paid for it…

All thoughts of nanny bots disappeared as Ziggy appeared in the bedroom in full Borque splendor.

I’d asked if we should kick things off with a little game of chase, but he’d explained the predator instinct wasn’t as strong in this skinsuit as others—partly because Borques were vegetarians.

Those fangs, tho…

“My what big teeth you have!” I crooned, clutching the blanket to my chest in mock-fear.

Ziggy cocked his furry head, somehow relaying amused confusion in his current form. “Is this another obscure Earthling reference?”

Sigh.

“Not obscure if you grew up as an Earthling,” I laughed, scooting to one end of the sleeping pod to make room for his lanky form to join me. “Long story short, a talking wolf wants to eat a little girl, so he eats her grandmother instead. Then, he puts on the granny’s clothes and hides in bed until the girl shows up and is like, ‘my, what big teeth you have?’ Wolf-gran says, ‘The better to eat you with,’ and then, you know, eats the little girl.”

I am totally Stormtroopering skinsuit sexy times right now…

Thankfully, Ziggy was used to my runaway train of thoughts and more than capable of getting this horny little engine back on track.

He pulled the blanket off me before running his hungry gaze over my already naked body. “I see… Does this mean you want me to eat you, Micah?”

Chew-chew!

“I mean,” I trailed off, distracted by him lowering his face to my ankle and working his way up my leg, lightly nipping along the way. “I wouldn’t say vore is a kink of mine… but I do like it when you nibble on me a little. Or a-a lot.”

Mark me up, Space Daddy.

Ziggy knew exactly what I liked as he gave my inner thigh a hard nip that made me yelp before he licked away the sting.

He chuckled evilly and continued his path up my body, purposefully avoiding my dick in favor of tracing my abs with his impressive tongue. “Any other favorite kinks I should know about?”

I released a shaky laugh as he reached my nipples, lightly dragging his fangs over them while I squirmed.

“It would p-probably be easier for me to tell you which kinks I don’t have,” I joked, attempting to tilt my hips to find some furry friction.

Ziggy growled and grabbed my hip with an enormous paw, holding me down while hovering his sexy as fuck Sasquatch face over mine. “Behave and tell me what you like.”

“Yes, Space Daddy…” I whispered, melting into the mattress like the happy ho I was. “I like somno and role-play and whatever it’s called when I plug your cum inside me.”

“Mmm… yes, you love it when I breed you, don’t you, babygirl?” he purred, lowering his face to my neck.

He gets me.

“Yes!” I gasped as he ran his fangs over my sensitive skin, glad our filthy pillow talk matched up, thanks to this skinsuit knowing the trade language. “And I… I love to breed you too.”

I just love you.

Ziggy froze, and for one terrifying moment, I thought I might have said that last part out loud, but then he shuddered and resumed torturing my neck.

“I love… that too,” he murmured, unleashing a few tendrils. “I love being inside you.”

As if to demonstrate his point, Ziggy pushed a tendril into my ass, stretching and lubing me up while I whimpered and writhed beneath him.

“Your tendrils are my kink too,” I added breathlessly.

And probably unnecessarily.

I used to think I had a tentacle fetish—judging by my homemade toy collection back on Earth—but Ziggy’s tendrils, his true form in general, more than fulfilled my desires.

Fuck, I just want him to live inside me.

I want to live inside him too…

My thoughts drifted to our witchy reading with the Hydrassian, where they revealed our destiny had been written in the stars— together. The only way we could have taken down the old Astrum Force Command was apparently by becoming one, by having each other’s backs both figuratively and literally.

Before visiting The Knowledge on Kaalanesea, I’d told Ziggy there was nothing I could learn about his kind that would change how I felt about him. Later that evening—when I was stuffed full of twin Kaala cock—I’d also told him I’d wait however long it took for him to work through his feelings for me. While all of the above was, and always would be, true, I was also dying to drop the L-word on his skittish ass.

So if he could hurry up with the love confession, I’d appreciate it.

“More…” I begged, adding a “fuck, yes,” when he forced another tendril into my hole.

“You love being full, huh?” Ziggy astutely observed, reminding me that ‘talking me through it’ was another kink of mine.

There are too many to count at this point.

“Does it remind you of when I fucked you with two cocks on Kaalanesea?” he continued ruthlessly as precum poured out of me. “As twins.”

“Ziiiig…” I whined. “Please don’t tease me about Gabe and Dre right now. I’m… I’m so close already. Have mercy.”

And don’t even mention topping Dre, I beg.

Ziggy chuckled darkly against my neck before raising his head to gaze down at me. “I wasn’t talking about them specifically. I was asking if double penetration might be another kink of yours…”

He punctuated his words with a thrust of his fur-covered hips, nudging something against me that immediately caught my attention.

Two somethings.

I pulled the smut train emergency break, pushing him off me and scrambling to sit. With a huffing laugh, Ziggy sat back on his heels, giving me an unobstructed view of the monster cock emerging from beneath his soft pelt.

The two monster cocks.

My mouth watered at the sight—pulsing veins beneath chestnut-colored skin with a deliciously intimidating thickness running from the dripping crowns to where they disappeared under his fur.

“Lordt,” I choked out, eyes on my prizes and grabby hands reaching of their own accord, despite the risks to my digestive tract.

Ziggy slid his tendrils from my ass and used them to pull me closer. “My eager slut… You think you can take all of me into that tight little hole?”

LORDT!

“I…” I trailed off as more of his cocks emerged.

Unfortunately, it was painfully obvious that putting the two together would be unmanageably thick—beyond even what I took from him as Cock-jizz the Zeanidion.

Hmph.

“Well, I want to,” I muttered petulantly, accepting I was being too ambitious in this case.

Even science has its limits…

“We’ll start with one,” Ziggy calmly replied, although I noticed him lubricating both with his tendrils. “You can milk it with your perfect ass while you come all over the other.”

Lordt. Have. Mercy.

My sneaky stellar collision knew exactly what he was doing with that filthy mouth of his, judging by his equally filthy smirk. But all thoughts of clapping back evaporated as he effortlessly lifted me into the air before lining up just one of his cocks with my eager little hole.

Ya boy is ready for descent.

“Breathe, babygirl,” Ziggy soothed, working his way in with slow, steady thrusts, deeper and deeper. “Let me in.”

“Nnngh…” I whined, burying my face in his furry neck and gripping his broad shoulders for dear life.

He grabbed my ass cheeks with his paws, spreading me wide as he continued to push me down onto his thick length. The stretch was almost unbearable, painful in the best way, and I was thankful he’d thought to wrap a tendril around my cock and squeeze before I could blow too soon.

Because I never want this to end.

“Fuck, Zig,” I mumbled, my body shuddering as my rim hit his balls. “Please…”

I wasn’t even sure what I was asking for, but my stellar collision knew. He loosened his hold on my shaft and pulled me closer, nestling my throbbing cock against the one not buried in my guts and wrapping a tendril around both of us together.

I’m not gonna survive this.

“I’ve… got you,” he panted, holding me open as he used his tendrils to slowly raise and lower me. “Mine…”

At this point, I was almost beyond speech, and it sounded like Ziggy was struggling with words as well, but there was one more thing I needed to say.

Besides that other thing…

“Breed me,” I murmured, essentially giving my Space Daddy the green light to wreck my ass.

Even with how eager I was to be wrecked, Ziggy never gave me more than I could handle. Yes, he increased his pace, but it was controlled—the drag of his one cock against mine and the other against my p-spot just enough to have me dancing on the edge of release, sobbing into his fur while I slowly unraveled.

“More…” I managed to croak, no longer able to see through my tears. “I can handle more. P-please…”

“Good boy,” he gritted out, tightening his grip on my ass, betraying just how much he’d been holding himself back. “Because I still need to give you my knot.”

What…

My dick-drunk brain had barely given two slutty thumbs up when Ziggy abruptly slammed me down onto what I’d mistakenly thought were his balls. And, as usually happened with his knot-blessed skinsuits, the instant he locked into place, my vision whited out, and I exploded all over both of us.

When I came to, Zig was still pumping cum deep into my ass with his long fangs buried in my neck like a Wookie vampire.

“F-f-fuuuuuuck…” I moaned as more cum pulsed out of me, coating his fur-covered chest and abs, combining with the release shooting out of his second cock.

He must have “somno fun-timed” me at that point, because when I opened my eyes again, I was flat on my back, free from the knot but with Ziggy’s Borque head between my thighs as he gently lapped at my incredibly sore little hole.

Ground Control to Commander Babygirl.

“Fuck,” I repeated, craning my neck to sleepily gaze down at him. “What’s the damage?”

He pulled back to intently stare at his handiwork, smug satisfaction written all over his furry face.

“You look perfectly wrecked,” he purred before shifting his gaze to my face. “How do you feel?”

While I knew he was legitimately checking on my wellbeing, I was also aware my man wanted the dirtiest of details.

Such a perv.

“So fucking wrecked,” I sighed, noticing the way his eyes flared at my confirmation. “And also so fucking thankful you didn’t give me both cocks like I was begging for, Jesus Christ.”

Ziggy huffed a laugh before maneuvering himself in the pod until he was stretched out beside me.

“I will always give you what you want… within reason.” His gaze traveled down my bitten and slightly bruised body. “You can handle more than the average Earthling, but I know I still need to be careful with you.”

Tears blurred my vision yet again. “I-I wish I could change forms like you can, so I… so we…”

I was too frustrated and exhausted to finish my sentence, but my big, scary alien who was only soft for me knew just what to say to calm me down.

“Sunshine…” He pulled me against him so I could feel the resonance vibrating in his chest just for me. “It doesn’t matter what form either of us are in. You are my stellar collision, my mate, my other half. You are mine.”

The words I wanted to say so badly were on the tip of my tongue, but I was too overcome to do anything aside from cuddle closer and sniffle into his furry chest until I fell asleep again.