Page 22 of Unwrapping Chase

“One, Nyx. I need this.” He—almost tentatively—brushed a kiss on my collarbone.

My hand found the back of his neck, keeping Chase against me. “So you do.”

I ran the bath water until it was a suitable temperature for the human, then lifted Chase with ease and put him in it. He kept hisarms around me, trying to drag me into the water with him, but I refused—or more accurately, I couldn’t. I couldn’t become more invested in this human than I currently was.

Chase was wiggling into my affections faster than anyone, even Tam, had, and it made no sense. I wasn’t an… easy person. It took a very long time for me to desire or want or even like anyone. But I liked Chase, and it had been a single day, not even that. I didn’t understand it.

With a strong grasp, I forced Chase to release me and ignored his subsequent whimper. It was difficult for me not to give him what he required, but I also had to protect myself from him, from this, from everything that could happen if I released my tenuous control. This thing Chase had with Tam, with me, would be a delicate balance of caring for them and keeping myself safe at the same time, but it was merely three days. I could manage it.

I secured a cloth and grabbed one of his feet, cleaning it thoroughly. Chase blushed fiercely, but he voiced no complaints about me cleaning him, which was good. I needed this. I had to take care of Chase. He was fragile and called to me in a way that I didn’t understand. Even Tam, who was far weaker than I, was stronger than this human.

Besides, these pods he walked on were oddly adorable. I had, of course, seen human and other species' feet before, but Chase’s long toes and his arches were delicate on his wide feet. I looked at the nails and had the urge to paint them bright colors like I’d seen other humans do.

Perhaps at some point.

For now, I forced the thought from my mind and cleaned his feet thoroughly, then moved up, scrubbing his thin calf to his jiggling thigh. When I reached the inner part near his groin, Chase whined, wiggling. I clutched his ankle before shooting him a frown that had him stilling. I then moved to his otherleg, being just as thorough. I scrubbed and washed his arms and chest, making sure to get the spend off of him.

With a detachable shower head, I wet his hair, and Chase obediently closed his eyes, trusting me to take care of him. As he should. I dragged my fingers through his brown hair, and the wet strands stuck to my skin as Chase lifted his chin and moaned, leaning into my touch. A smirk dragged at the corner of my mouth when his dimple made an appearance. I brushed my thumb over it, and his chin rose again, allowing me to curl my fingers around his throat.

Perhaps that submissiveness was what drew me to Chase. It was possible, but I doubted that was all there was to it. There was something about this small human that called to me, but I would ignore it for as long as we had possession of him.

“Nyx,” Chase cried out, flushing a deep red, when I cleaned between his legs. This was non-negotiable. I had to make sure he was utterly clean.

“Up on your knees and let me see your ass,” I commanded, though I kept my voice soft. Chase was in a fragile state currently, and he needed to be cherished, but I also had to make sure that he was well.

Bright red, Chase maneuvered until his elbows were on the edge of the tub and his round ass was facing me. I pulled his cheeks apart, ignoring his squawk, and saw his hole was gaping a bit, but the redness and puffiness were concerning me more.

Getting two of my fingers nice and wet, I slid them into his hole to help clean it. Chase cried out and immediately began thrusting back toward me. I cocked my head, lips curling into a smile. He was so responsive.

“Do you like that?” I asked, voice low and rough as I watched his ass bounce from his harsh movements.

“It feels good,” he mumbled.

“I’ll let you come again if you are a good boy,” I said, “but you have to wait.”

He looked over his shoulder at me with his luminous eyes. “How long?”

I brutally shoved my fingers into him, and Chase moaned, eyes closing and his cock twitching. I growled, “Until I give you permission.”

Chase mewled as I cleaned his ass of Tam’s blue livns. Getting a lot of it out would help Chase not go into another frenzy, which might annoy Tam, but he needed time to heal. I refused to work this human too hard. Tam would never intentionally hurt anyone or break Chase, but they might unknowingly push him too far.

My fingers found the perfect spot inside of him, making the little human scream, and I massaged his prostate.

Chase whimpered, hole clenching tightly around me. “Please, Nyx.”

“No.” I wasn’t done. I intended to have his hole fully treated before allowing him to come. One of my tentacles opened the cupboard and snagged a vial of nanite ointment. It was safe for humans. I hadn’t planned on getting Chase here, but I knew my Tam well. Naturally, they would wish to fuck a human more than once, and I wanted to care for their partner as well as my coupling.

I squirted a decent amount on one of my tentacles. Chase needed it deeper than my fingers could reach. “This may sting, but you need to breathe through it. This medicine will help.”

The only response I received was a cry, but I hadn’t expected anything else. If Chase was in a more stable state, I would’ve spanked his plump ass, forcing him to answer. I was growing soft, apparently, because I should pink his pale cheeks for not answering me as he should.

My fingers slid out, and Chase begged incoherently—he was getting very close—but his pleading changed into a whiny moan when my tentacle breached his hole. His back arched, and he thrust backward to get me deeper into him.

My breath turned harsh. Chase was so damn warm and soft inside. I slicked in and out of his channel, wishing it was my cock or semmin—either would feel nice in here. He didn’t even seem to mind the stinging from the medicine either. If anything, the pain shoved him closer to the edge.

“Please, Nyx,” Chase begged, looking back at me.

A groan slipped out of me at the sight of his wide eyes and his mouth gaping open, saliva dripping down his chin. His hips pushed back harder and harder, like he wanted the whole of my tentacle inside of him. The pressure he was exerting was marvelous.