Page 58 of Santa Has Tentacles

Had he called human helper guy?

Had someone else called him?

“Drink, my Colby. It was decided that you must hydrate.” His words made me think one of the neighbors really had called for us.

Great.

“Thank you.” I wasn’t sure if I was talking to Saint or the neighbors, but they decided for me.

As I started to drink, Saint smiled. “Our neighbors have said you are welcome.”

It was official. I had more privacy when I’d been living in the dorms in college with the nosiest roommate ever.

“They’re very polite.” And a lot more well-meaning than my creepo roommate had been. “That was good.”

With Saint satisfied that I’d been hydrated and was now well cared for, his caresses started getting more engaging and less relaxing. “How are you feeling, my Colby?”

Human aftercare checklist.

Got it.

Cuddle.

Hydrate.

Question.

“Good.” That wouldn’t be enough for anyone listening or Saint himself, so I knew I had to give a more thorough answer or everyone would worry. “My muscles are slightly achy but like they’ve gotten a good workout. Nothing more than that.”

Nothing to worry about here.

“My mind is still slightly fuzzy but that’s expected too.” Because it’d been the biggest orgasm of my life. “There was nothing scary about it and I knew you were watching out for me.”

That got me a hug and his limbs rippled happily over my exhausted body. “I am glad you are feeling cared for and positive, my Colby.”

Stroking over me as he set the now empty water bottle down on his small nightstand, Saint was quiet as I relaxed again.

Too quiet.

“What are they saying?”

Yep.

Saint didn’t even realize how odd the situation was for me because he immediately volunteered to fill me in. “There is a debate on if you must be fed. Several of my people feel that you were well cared for at breakfast and have had sufficient nutrients to last until the regular human time for dinner.”

Feeding me.

They were debating feeding me.

“There are others who have disagreed based on the amount of energy you have burned during your pleasures.” Saint looked casual as he shrugged, but I could see his brain had gotten stuck on that idea. “You also extended significant energy finding books and decorating our shared space.”

It was going to land on the side of feeding me, but my stomach decided to chime in too and that sealed the deal.

“You require food.” Saint’s decisive tone said he wasn’t going to argue about that, so I wasn’t going to push back against it.

“We’re getting close to dinner.” We had to be even if I wasn’t completely sure about that. “So why don’t we have a snack and then you can make sure I get lots of good nutrients for dinner.”

Saint had entertained me on the drive to my place earlier with descriptions of the fun human food he’d been served, and besides an interesting international dish once in a while, it seemed like I’d enjoy anything the kitchen staff put together.

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