Page 71 of His Theo

“We can create more, my Theo.” More meant making the cock-like tentacle inside me even wider and sinking it deeper.

It was almost too much too soon but he slapped the head of my dick again and suddenly everything was too much and too good. I’d have come but his homemade cock ring kept it at bay, leaving me shaking. “Not yet, my Theo. I have not heard all of your pleasure requests.”

The thick tentacle inside me started making short thrusts right over my prostate and that just added another level of crazy to all the sensations whirling around in me. He had to have known how hard the words were but I struggled through the weight of everything.

Master wanted the words.

It was just that simple.

“My cock. Again. I.” Sucking in a breath, I tried to make sure he knew what I wanted, but Master was psychic because his whip-like tentacle smacked the head again.

I could hear myself cry out but it was far away and sounded muffled from the distance. As it faded, the only thing that kept me grounded was the incredible hold he had on every inch of me. “Master…”

Words.

He wanted words.

Enough words and I could come.

“Yes, my Theo. Good boy.”

I got praise for words.

Praise meant orgasms and pleasure and love and cuddles and…

“Lightning, Master.” Yes, the lightning would make me come. “Please.”

Spanking my dick again, Master started fucking me harder and I was so close to flying the world was spinning around me. “Let me hear your words again, my submissive human. Let me hear your plea.”

God.

More words.

Yes, more words…more pleasure.

I wanted more pleasure.

“Please, Master. I need you.” One last whip-like smack to my cock had the world exploding around me as it lit up like I’d never felt before.

Whips and lightning and hugs and…

When reality tuned back in, Master had me snuggled against his body and his limbs were softly caressing over me. “My mate?”

He wasn’t exactly worried but I knew he needed reassurance. Part of me imagined hugging him tight, but my muscles weren’t going to cooperate that much so I tried for words. That wasn’t much better, so I settled for aiming happy thoughts at Jerker.

He made a soft laughing sound and a tentacle stroked over my cheek, making me realize my eyes were still closed.

There he was.

“My Theo.” Still running his limbs over me, he leaned down and kissed my forehead. “That is how mates show innocent pleasure and happiness.”

He was so cute.

“I like forehead kisses.” Hey, words. “You can tell me you love me too.”

Grasping at words that were just randomly floating through my head was so exhausting my eyes closed again, but Master was worth the effort. Trying again as his limbs snuggled me closer, I was proud of myself when I caught a few.

I was the best sub ever.

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