TTT Vol. 1 pt. 28 (Patreon)

((Disclaimer: this chapter contains a hentai illustration, so you might want to be careful who you view it around.))

We ended up falling asleep together like always after we had our fill of fun.

I had no idea that fun was going to resume immediately in the morning.

I felt a strange sensation as soon as I woke up. Well, it was probably that strange sensation that woke me up in the first place. Something felt warm, wet, and really good. It was similar to how I felt when fucking Lada the previous night.

Then I remembered what she said about making me feel good in the morning, and that was enough encouragement for me to lean up, open my eyes, and look in the direction of that pleasurable feeling.

What I saw was a beautiful, amazing, perfect sight that I wanted to see every single morning for the rest of my life.

The bulb of my tail’s tentacle was spread open with its petals squished down against the bed by the heavy weight of Lada’s breasts pressing down on them. Meanwhile, the tentacle must have been happy to protrude on its own as it was sticking up between her massive breasts only for its tip to be covered up by lips that were snugly wrapped around it.

I might not have been able to see inside of her mouth, but I could feel what was happening in there. She used her tongue to lick all over the tip of my tentacle while gently sucking on it. Meanwhile, her hands held onto the sides of her breasts to squeeze them together even harder around my length as she worked them up and down just a bit.

She might not have been making all that much movement, but it didn’t matter. I felt beyond good. I felt like I was about to melt from the gentle pleasure she decided to wake me up with.

And when she realized that I was awake, she let my tentacle—covered in her saliva—slip out from her mouth to look at me with a soft smile. “Good morning,” she said while nuzzling her cheek against my length. “I hope this is good enough.”

I could have grabbed the board to tell her that it was more than good enough, but that sounded like too much effort. All I wanted was to stay still and enjoy the morning present she prepared for me. I still nodded for her at least.

“I’m happy.” Lada turned her head to kiss my tentacle. It was a soft, gentle kiss. The kind of kiss that wasn’t erotic so much as it was loving.

That made it even better. Though, at the same time, I felt an overwhelming urge to write, “Hi happy, I’m dad.” I didn’t, but I wanted to.

“Stay there and I’ll do everything. I want you to feel good.”

I nodded again just as she stuck her tongue out to run it up along the side of my length before swirling it around the flat, squishy tip.

“I wish I could live off of this. I can’t get enough of how good it tastes.”

Now, maybe it would have been nicer to hear her say that with a bit more emotion in her voice, but it didn’t change the fact that I had a woman wishing she could live off of my cock—well, tentacle. Of course, there was always the potential that she was just saying that and didn’t actually mean it, but… given some of the fantasies she told me about last night, I had no problem believing she meant exactly what she said. If it was up to her, she really would live off of my tentacle and cum.

“Even though I’m supposed to be the one making you feel good… I feel like I’m being selfish and treating myself instead. Is—is this really okay? Should I do something else?”

Just how much more perfect can you get?! I internally shouted at her. Seriously, the nerve of this woman! There she was, waking me up with a morning blowjob and titfuck combo dedicated to making me feel good without even touching herself during it or anything, and she still felt like she was the one being selfish? What kind of standards did she set for herself to count as selfless?! Her standards made it unfair for every single other woman in existence! How was anybody supposed to compete with her?!

Despite a minor urge to rant at her about her own standards, I shook my body because I didn’t want her to stop. I then reached out from the sheets, grabbed the board, and wrote,

PLEASE CONTINUE.

Lada smiled and kissed the tentacle’s tip. “You’re too good for me.”

You really, seriously, definitely have things backwards here.

Taking the tip back into her mouth, she focused on working it over with her tongue for a few moments before switching her focus to sucking it. Not just sucking it, but she bobbed her head just a little as she did so.

Her eyes remained staring up at me as bobbed her head, never once allowing herself to stop looking me right in the eyes. She was serious about doing this for me and wanted to watch me to make sure that I felt as good as she could possibly make me. If whatever pleasured expression I was probably making wasn’t a good enough show of that, then the throbbing of my length should have been. Well, not that it was able to throb much when held so firmly between her tits. The tip probably throbbed the most out of the entire length as it was the least restricted within her mouth, and I was able to feel it occasionally push up against her cheeks or down against her tongue with no input from myself. My tentacle behaved as if it had a life of its own since I wasn’t putting any serious effort into manually using it.

As I watched her, I was reminded of just how insanely lucky I was. Never would I have dreamed of ending up in a situation like this. I might not have had any memories from my past life still, but I was sure that even my past self couldn’t have imagined something like having such a perfect girl doing her absolute best to service me first thing in the morning. Not only that, but I wasn’t even a Chosen like she was. I didn’t know what I was. Even so, she eagerly accepted me and pleasured my body with her own.

I leaned back as I felt that surge of cum start its journey from the base of my length to the tip. Though, I did lean right back up to try and warn her about what was coming, but I didn’t need to. As soon as she felt that bulging glob of cum travel up between her breasts, she actually pressed them together even harder around it which sped up its journey and forced me onto my back from the heightened pleasure.

Lada knew what was coming but refused to stop.

My cum burst into her mouth with just as much force and volume as last night. She shut one eye out of reflex, looking as if she was winking at me, but kept my tentacle within her. In fact, she went above and beyond. She pushed her head even farther down onto my tentacle until her face was practically tucked into the top of her breasts, landing the tip of my tentacle in her throat.

There were only a few noises I could hear: the surge of my seed flowing into her mouth and throat, her attempts at swallowing all of it, and the rustling of the sheets as her body trembled from pleasure. Her body behaved just like it did before when she orgasmed, so I assumed the same thing was happening this time.

She was so into serving me and swallowing all of my cum that she actually managed to finish from it.

I was going to have to spend all day trying to make it up to her. If she was going to treat me to such a perfect morning, I needed to treat her to a perfect day.

Finally, once my own orgasm was nearly over, she pulled my tentacle out from her mouth and took a deep breath. My length had a coating of cum on it still, but that didn’t stop her from resting her cheek against it and smearing it across her skin.

“Sorry,” Lada said. “I wasn’t able to swallow all of it. But… this makes me happy.” She nuzzled her cheek against my length before letting out a gentle giggle. “I feel like I’m being marked by you.”

One, I was already more than happy with her serving me in the first place. She didn’t need to swallow anything at all. Two, I was happy that she didn’t swallow it because seeing my cum on her face like that was a treat on its own. And three, she just proved again how she was perfect by coming up with such an erotic yet precious thing to be happy about.

She kissed the side of my length before asking me, “Was that good?”

There was only one way to respond to her with my board.

YES

“I’m glad.”

HI GLAD, I’M DAD.

I wasn’t able to resist that time.

Unfortunately, it only confused her. “Huh? You’re… a dad? Or do you want to be one? Are you… saying you hope you get me pregnant?” Lada’s cheeks turned a soft shade of red. “I… I thought you would think I’m weird and get scared off if I told you I was already thinking about having kids with you, but… if you already want to… then… we could try right now?”

Wait. Huh? It—it was just a joke! But… but she looks so happy! If I tell her that it was just a stupid joke then she might get upset! But… well, wait. Would it really be that bad if I knocked her up? I mean, I barely know her, and she barely knows me, but… this is a pretty nice place out here. I’d raise a kid or five here. And I don’t think I have to worry about Lada ever leaving me or anything. So, hypothetically, if I were to have a kid… I wouldn’t mind it being here and with Lada. Wait. But if I do that, what about my memories? My past? I might never get to find out if I stay here. But at the same time, would that be bad? I have no idea who I used to be. No idea what I am. But I do know that I’m happy here. I… I think I’d rather be happy with what I have than go off on some quest that might never be finished.

It sounded absurd to even think about. I had no idea who I was, but I somehow managed to convince myself that knocking Lada up was the smarter option than actually going out and discovering my past.

Then, right now, since Lada offered, maybe we should—

“Are ya done yet?!” Granny shouted from the other side of the door. “I’ve heard her at it for nearly an hour now! Get it over with!”

We both jumped up at the sound of Granny not only calling for us, but calling us out.

She knew.

She heard what was going on. She had to, right? Wasn’t that was she just implied?

I’m dead. Wait, she didn’t sound angry about us doing it. She would have stopped us if she was, right? It even sounds like she let us finish. She’s just mad that we took so long. I think?

I didn’t know. What I did know was that I was terrified. Lada, however, looked like Lada usually did which was mostly expressionless with only a tiny hint of panic in her eyes.

“Sorry, we have to work,” she said before kissing the top of my head and rushing to get dressed.

I didn’t need to get dressed, but I did at least take the sheets off the bed for cleaning them later.

We came across a very annoyed Granny when we finally made it out of the room. She was sitting at one of the patron tables with what looked like an early mug of alcohol to start the day with. “Well, it’s about time,” she said.

“Granny?” Lada asked with a slightly tilted head. “What, um… are you—”

“Don’t play stupid. I know everybody else ‘round here thinks you’re some innocent little thing who needs protected, but I’m the one who’s been livin’ with ya. I’ve heard ya moanin’ every single night for the last few years. I’m the one who had to put away your toys when ya forgot to after washin’ them. I’m the one who’s been tryin’ to hire some boys to show off in front of ya so that you could finally get a man instead of a wooden toy. Instead,” Granny narrowed her eyes at me, “ya ended up with this little thing.”

A heavy sigh left Granny’s lips as she took another swig of her drink.

“He’s not—he’s not a thing,” Lada said. “He’s my most preci—”

“Don’t get upset, I didn’t mean it as an insult. I just don’t know what else to call him. Anyways, because I had to listen to all that last night while I was tryin’ to sleep, I demand answers.”

“An—answers?”

“Yeah. How was it? What’d he use? Come on. I want to know everythin’.”

“You—you what?”

You what?!

“Are ya forgettin’ what they used to call me ‘round here? I wasn’t always Granny. I used to be Mistress. I’ve tasted every boy in this town over thirty. Some below it, too. Wanted to feel what it was like bein’ with the best lay their dads and grandpas ever had. Ah… that was one of the best things about not bein’ able to get knocked up. Got to be the most popular lay of the island.”

That… that… that was far more information than I ever wanted to know about Granny’s sex life.

“I’ve even got myself a date tomorrow night with a few of my regulars.”

Please stop.

Granny stretched her arms above her head before stretching her legs out. “Gonna have to do some stretches beforehand. Don’t want to break my back. These bastards don’t know they’ve got to treat my body with care nowadays. It ain’t like the old days where they could do whatever they wanted to it.”

On one tentacle, Granny, you’re awesome. On the other tentacle, please stop before I get sick. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel sick in this body, but now I can confirm that I feel sick.

Granny sighed again. “Still can’t believe the dense idiots ‘round here never noticed you’re just like me in my old days. Back before I figured out fifty-nine ways to make a man cum with my tongue alone.”

“Fi-fifty-nine ways?” Lada asked. “There… there are that many?”

“Yeah. Promise to never waste time in the mornin’ again and I’ll teach ya them.”

Lada gulped and nodded.

All I could do was sit there on the floor while staring at them and blinking.

Granny was going to teach Lada fifty-nine ways to make a man cum with only her tongue.

That meant Lada was probably going to test all fifty-nine of those methods on me.

And that made me very excited.

“But first, the details. Spill ‘em. I doubt ya want to share him with me, so ya need to let me live vicariously through ya.”

There was only one thing I could think of saying.

AM GOING TO START

CLEANING NOW. OKAY?

“Yeah, yeah, go get to work,” Granny said. “I only need Lada here.”

If I could make a straight face, I probably would have been making one.

Instead, I pretended that I couldn’t hear any of the embarrassing details as Lada told Granny everything about our sex life to focus on cleaning and getting the place ready for customers instead.

I might not have remembered anything about  who I was before, but I was confident that I was never in a more awkward situation in any of my lives.

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