Page 27 of Space Daddy’s Guide to the Galaxy (Villains in Space #2)

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MICAH

Ziggy Andromeda was pissed.

No.

That’s… lust?

After getting Leeloo to promise another training session, Zig and I said our goodbyes before checking on Pedro. The Trol had still been curled up in SWOL-E’s baby sling—safely shielded—but when I’d suggested waking them up to feed, my man practically dragged me into the room next door.

For one terrible moment, I thought Ziggy was mad at me for how badly I’d sucked today, but then I realized it was my own baggage muddying the waters again.

It was my parents who would punish me for a less than perfect performance, by either ignoring my existence completely or reminding me that existence was dependent on how useful I could be to the family.

Ziggy wasn’t like that. If anything, he was overly confident in my abilities. It reminded me of how my sister Rose weirdly praised her younger kids every time they used the potty—as if normal bodily functions deserved all the gold stars.

Maybe they do?

The issue was that, aside from Zig, I had barely any experience with someone blindly supporting me with no ulterior motive. On the flip side, I had absolutely zero issue blasting my man with unconditional fangirling, but that was different.

He’s legitimately amazing!

“Get on the goddamn bed,” Ziggy growled the instant the door shut behind us in our own room. “Your training isn’t done.”

His skerry Space Daddy tone made me instinctively freeze, but I quickly realized he was staring at me like I was his next and last meal. This meant the only parts of me in any real danger were whatever hole—or holes —he had his sights set on.

And I am HERE FOR IT!

“Ohhh… Are we gonna play stern Jedi Master and slutty student?” I purred as I stripped off my clothes and crawled onto the lava rock bed. “Because ya boy is more than ready to handle that lightsaber of yours?—”

I didn’t even get the chance to finish my nerdy flirting before a half dozen lightsabers shot out of Ziggy’s skinsuit and sexily tossed me onto the mattress.

Here for this too.

“The only thing you will be handling is a toy,” he snarled, releasing his hold on me so he could also undress.

Wait.

What?

“W-what do you mean?” I stuttered, as if I didn’t know full well what he was talking about.

Being fifth in line and relatively unimportant in my family, there hadn’t been many chances for me to find partners, much less get them alone in my room. Plus, my tastes definitely skewed toward the… inhuman realm, thanks to my entertainment preferences, but besides my eldest brother and his fellow Deathball players, shapeshifting supes were fairly rare.

So I got creative!

A combo of boredom, horniness, and necessity were to blame for the dragon’s hoard of dildos I’d created over the years, but now, I had my own hot-bod body snatcher to fulfill my wildest dreams. And while it hadn’t bothered me to tell Ziggy about these blessedly now destroyed homemade toys, I was suddenly regretting mentioning them at all.

Maybe he’s talking about a random toy he smuggled off the ship?

“I want you to create a toy,” Ziggy clarified in a stern Jedi Master voice that bricked me right up, despite confirming my worst nightmare. “Like the ones you used to make when we first met—when you were soaking your sheets, imagining me fucking you with my alien appendages.”

Oh, no…

I could feel my entire body flushing, because the idea of showing Ziggy physical proof of what I used to think he was under his Earthling exterior was beyond humiliating.

Even if my boner is still going strong.

“Ziiiig…” I whined, even as I sat up and made room for him on the bed. “It’s just… the fantasies I made up were so… silly.”

And nowhere near as perfect as the real thing.

“Micah.” He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. “Sunshine. Babygirl. Nothing you do is silly. Besides how much I’m going to enjoy this, I want to see what you can do. Show me, please…”

Not the begging!

“You really don’t play fair,” I grumbled, not for the first time, but I was finding it hard to stay mad.

Ziggy was clearly trying to support me in his usual overbearing yet incredibly sexy way. The least I could do was use my powers to conjure up a dildo.

I awkwardly cleared my throat. “Okay, sooo… My guesses about what you were working with were kind of all over the place and mostly based on Hollywood aliens, full disclosure, but this one was my favorite.”

Blowing out a steady breath, I pulled from the medical-grade silicone fragment embedded in my wrist—among other handy materials—and started forming a flared base.

Safety first!

Ziggy’s attentive gaze was fixed on my hands as I then conjured a ridiculously thick, textured tentacle covered in bumps, ridges, and suction cups. I made the tentacle exactly as long as I liked it, which couldn’t compare to the reach of a certain Stellarian’s tendrils, but it was satisfying enough.

The Stellarian in question smirked. “Well now I see why you love corpus spongiosum so much.”

Ignoring his sassy commentary, I powered on, adding two slightly smaller tentacles on either side of the main event before topping all of them off with twisted tips.

Ta daaaa!

Ziggy raised his eyebrows appreciatively. “Impressive. You’ve managed to take all of that in your tight little ass?”

Ughhh…

My man knew exactly what he was doing as I squirmed under his knowing gaze. “I mean, I’ve tried… but the two on the sides are mostly for external stimulation.”

He hummed before holding out his hand. “May I see?”

With a laugh, I handed off my homemade tentacle dildo to my stellar collision, feeling weirdly proud as he examined the craftsmanship.

Gimme all the gold stars.

“Lie back and spread your legs,” he commanded, and I obeyed without question.

Forever here for it!

“Are you gonna use my new toy on me, Space Daddy?” I teased as he lubed it up with one tendril while two others stretched and prepped me.

“No,” he replied with a sly little smile full of bad intentions. “I think I’d be too jealous for that.”

“Fuck,” I sighed. “You’re so fucking hot when you get all possessive and?—”

“You’re going to use it on yourself instead,” he bluntly interrupted, holding out the now glistening toy for me to take.

WHAT?!

“Zig!” I yelped, wishing I could disappear into the layered furs on the lava rock bed. “Are you trying to embarrass me or something?”

His smile turned softas he withdrew his tendrils from my ass. “No, sunshine, although I do love to see you squirm and blush.”

Is that all you love?

Ziggy’s gaze fell to the toy as I grabbed it with a huff. “I want to see your creation in action, Micah. You know I love to watch…”

What Space Daddy wants…

“Ugh, fine.” I blushed all over again before spreading my legs wider and lining up the main tentacle’s tip with my hole.

It’s showtime.

With a slow exhale, I bore down and began pumping it in—back and forth, one thick inch at a time—grimacing as I realized I may have made this one a bit bigger than I remembered.

But quitters never win.

“Look at that,” Ziggy murmured, his pretty blue eyes trained on the action. “Look at that needy, greedy hole trying to swallow all of it.”

“ZIG!” I scolded, stopping my efforts to glare up at him. “If you want to see me take the full tentacle dick before I blow, you need to find something else to do with that filthy mouth.”

He grinned wide and crawled toward me, but instead of swallowing down my dick as I’d hoped, he kept going—stretching out his hot muscles alongside me and tilting my face to his.

“Would this help you relax, sunshine?” Ziggy whispered, kissing me softly, drinking down my moans as I continued to work the toy inside me.

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned, finally bottoming out. “I forgot how good this felt…”

Ziggy growled and nipped my lip. “Not as good as I feel inside you.”

So cute and jelly.

“Nothing feels as good as you,” I breathed against his lips, sliding the tentacle halfway out before pushing it back in. “You were made for me, Zig, made to be inside me… breeding me.”

Filling me with space babies.

Ziggy tensed before shuddering and kissing me harder, licking his way into my mouth. “You were made for me too,” he replied, adorably breathless when he came up for air. “For the same reasons…”

Oh?

I knew better than to Stormtrooper tentacle touchy time by making my skittish Stellarian repeat himself, but telling myself he’d also been thinking about getting mpregged gave me all the horny fuel I needed.

Losing myself in our kiss, I increased my pace, whimpering as the textured surface of the secondary tentacles rubbed along the sides of my sac with every stroke. My dick was leaking precum on my abs, but there was nothing I could do about it while handling this two-handed toy.

And I think I can get off just like this…

“Zig…” I panted, eyes squeezing shut. “I’m so close… I’m gonna…”

“I know, babygirl,” he murmured, kissing me so sweetly. “But you need to work for it.”

Wait…

My eyes flew open as he used the piece of his embedded core to rip my hands away from the dildo and pin them to the mattress overhead. Then, he secured my ankles in the same way, effortlessly immobilizing me from the inside while a tentacle dick hung halfway out of my ass.

“What the… what the FUCK?!” I shouted, my entire body shuddering as I stumbled back from the edge of release. “W-why would you?—”

Ziggy ignored my sobs and continued casually kissing my neck like a fucking psychopath. “Because I want to see you use your powers to finish yourself off.”

Uggggghhhhh…

I’d completely forgotten this was supposed to be a training exercise. If I was going to be honest, I’d kind of assumed Zig was just adding another role-play word to his filthy talk vocabulary.

“Fine,” I gritted out, immediately unleashing two mechanical arms to grasp the base of the dildo.

“No!” Ziggy barked before biting my neck so hard, I yelped. “No contraptions. No tendrils. And no using the piece of me inside you.”

Oops.

My vision blurred with tears—more from horny frustration than anything. “Zig… I j-just need to get off. P-please…”

He gently licked at the bite mark, easing the sting while pumping soothing energy through our bond. “And I want you to get off… want to watch you come… but I’m going to need you to use your powers to do so.”

“But those are my powers!” I wailed. “What the hell else am I supposed to use? The air?!”

Oh.

Sigh.

“That’s right, Micah,” he chuckled, lifting his head to smirk down at me. “I want you to use the bad bitch powers you learned today to move the toy inside you.”

“But…” I searched his face, struggling in his hold more for the aesthetics at this point than anything. “But what if I can’t?”

Because that was what was bothering me the most, and I suspected Ziggy knew it. I wasn’t confident what I’d done today could be accomplished again—at least, not without his help.

He is helping you, Micah.

As if knowing I needed that extra push, Ziggy dipped his head, tenderly brushing his lips over mine again. “I know you can do it. C’mon, babygirl. Fuck yourself for your Space Daddy.”

Fuuuuck…

That was all the encouragement I needed. With a slutty little moan, I gathered enough air particles to push the dildo inside me before pulling it out again—over and over, faster and deeper, in and out, using my powers to guide the textured tentacle over my prostate as it stretched me full.

Almost there.

Ziggy thrusted against my thigh—almost as if he couldn’t help himself from seeking release along with me—and the glorious sight of him unraveling booted me over the edge. Clenching around the toy, I arched backwards, shooting a bucketload of cum over both of us, with my stellar collision’s name on my lips.

“Good… boy…” he groaned, adding to the mess with a final thrust and a slutty little moan of his own.

Hot.

We both panted as we came down, and although I was grateful Zig had figured out a way for me to get out of my head, I was still a little salty about his methods.

You don’t mess with another man’s orgasm.

“Oh, you liked that, huh?” I grinned like a villain, deciding to tease. “You liked watching me come while thinking about me knocking you up?”

Ziggy sharply inhaled and lifted his head, looking like an alien deer in the headlights.

Gotcha.

“I…” he trailed off before swallowing thickly. “Yes.”

His unexpected honesty instantly cleared my lingering annoyance. “Really? Is that… that’s what you want?”

Ziggy dropped his gaze and blushed, making me feral. “It’s all I can think about…”

I deserved all the gold stars for not immediately flipping his ass over to kickstart the baby-making, but I could hear the hesitation in his tone.

So this is the thing he needed to work through on his own…

“Zig.” I cupped his handsome face with my hand and gently coaxed him into meeting my gaze. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about too… But we don’t have to talk about it now, and we definitely don’t need to do anything until you’re ready. Okay?”

He offered me a shy smile and nodded, and I dissolved my tentacle toy before rolling onto my side so I could kiss his big, stupid face some more.

I could do this all day.

We might have done just that—lazily kissing and rubbing our cum-covered bodies against each other—but if there was anything I’d learned, it was that this space ship couldn’t catch a break.

Because a shrill alarm chose that moment to break the comfortable silence.

An alarm coming from the room next door.