Page 22 of Santa Has Tentacles

“Once more human mates started coming to this building and our residences—humans have many words for the space they primarily live—we ran into…situations.” He was definitely downplaying the issues, but since nearly any problems with them were accidental and kind of weird, I wasn’t worried.

“It was decided that someone who understood human social dynamics should be brought in.” Saint’s wiggly reaction made me think he was conflicted about it in some way. “We have a schedule of helper humans who have been trained to look for unexpected communication difficulties.”

Like pointing out that if people had sex in the pool other people were going to watch.

Seemed logical to me, but then again, I’d have been one of the people to watch too.

“Well, we have good communication and I’m not allergic to anything, so I’m not worried.” I was, however, not sure what to do about being carried. “And we already talked about being watched.”

It seemed like he was above the curve when it came to making sure he brought up the most important points.

“Yes. I would agree.” That got me a happy tone and a pat on the butt.

My Dom…or whatever he was going to be…liked praise and liked being right.

He also clearly liked carrying me because as I relaxed in his embrace, he made a happy sound and his limbs rippled over me. “This is not public, my human Colby. Carrying you is acceptable around my species. I would say it is encouraged. Any signs of claiming are acceptable.”

Hmm.

Maybe that was why he had a thing for public sex?

Whoever the pool people had been certainly understood it.

“I will remember that.” It wasn’t worth pushing back against it since he understood he couldn’t do it in public. “I don’t mind it here.”

We weren’t going to start this in the grocery store or just walking down the street, though. My dick liked it entirelytoo much, and with the way his tentacles were inching into interesting places, he knew it.

“Humans have sexual responses to a variety of stimuli, my human.” His voice sounded nonchalant but his tentacle was petting my dick over my pants. “You do not need to be concerned over responses within this building.”

Don’t worry about getting turned on around the aliens or helper humans.

Got it.

“As long as we’re in this building, I’m going to do my best to let you take charge of where I get turned on.” We’d see if that was a good idea or not, but our relationship was going to be a learning experience.

“I understand the human domination-based rules around limits and what it means to be a good mate to a human submissive.” His words were earnest and sweet but he also patted my butt and rubbed the head of my dick.

So yeah, parts of me were very confused…but we all liked attention, so I wasn’t sure I was going to let myself overthink the situation.

“Thank you for making that clear.” As the elevator let us out on his floor, he lost his hesitation when it came to our private time because he charged to his door faster than I thought he’d be able to move.

More limbs equaled more speed, evidently.

We’d have to see what else it meant.

Chapter 7

Colby

“How does my submissive delivery work?” I really needed to make sure the helper wasn’t going to walk in on us without some warning.

“The items we have requested will be placed outside the door.” Saint tapped it as he moved us into the curiously arranged room. “Human construction does not block the sound. I will hear him.”

For some reason, that made me want to laugh. “You guys must have good hearing.”

And something against having a couch.

His space seemed to be one large room with a kitchenette at one end and a tub at the other. It didn’t seem to be attached to any plumbing but it looked like a bathtub. In the middle was a small table and a large bed.

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