Chapter 2
Trenet dropped something on the bed. It was a rich purple, about as long as Asher’s hand from wrist to fingers, and had bumps up and down it.
Asher tried to puzzle out what it was for, but his attention was almost immediately taken by the other thing Trenet had grabbed from the side table.
A bottle filled with a blue liquid. Asher eyed it with trepidation as Trenet clicked it open and poured some of the liquid onto his fingers, the claws at the tips of Trenet’s fingers retracting.
Then Trenet reached between Asher’s parted legs and touched his slicked fingers to Asher’s hole.
Asher cried out, trying to jerk backwards away from the touch, but Vrayl was holding him in a gentle but immovable grip. He kicked out with his legs, tried to squirm away, but there was nowhere to go. No way to stop whatever Trenet was doing.
“Look how excited he is!” Vrayl’s voice was a low croon, the growling somehow sounding softer. “What a sweet little thing.”
“He knows exactly what he wants,” Trenet said. He was massaging the area around Asher’s hole and then rubbing—rubbing over it, occasionally dipping the tips of his fingers inside. “Isn’t that right, little love? You’ve just wanted mates to take care of you.”
Asher made another high, thin sound as he panted desperately around the gag. Fuck, what where they saying? What were they doing? Why—why were they touching him there?
As he glanced back over at Trenet, he realized that… that Trenet’s cock was erect. It was huge, proportionate to the Dresht himself, and dripping a viscous purple liquid. A different color and viscosity to Asher’s own precome, but…
Was the meaning the same?
Asher only had gotten hard and dripped precome the few times in his life that he’d been aroused. But that… that had to mean…
He jolted as Trenet pushed his finger in, the slick easing the way, warming Asher from the inside in a way that was strange and invasive and wholly unfamiliar. He cried out again as Trenet’s finger seemed to go deeper and deeper, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut.
And suddenly he was hit with a memory of the sexual education talk his moms had given him when they felt he was ready to hear it.
How they’d cautioned him, that he could never have a partner for fear his secret was revealed, but if they were able to get him off of Vader-X7 and he did find a partner, the way she’d fuck him was—
Please! I don’t want it!
Vrayl crooned and brushed the hair out of Asher’s eyes, the long strands having fallen onto Asher’s face with all his squirming. “You’re so beautiful like this, sweetling. We’re so honored that we’re the ones bringing you pleasure.”
Trenet started to thrust his finger in and out, and Asher heard himself moan around the gag.
It felt—it felt almost good, and that was as confusing and terrifying as everything else that was happening.
Asher—Asher was growing hard somehow, dripping precome onto his stomach as he was restrained and caged between these two giant, strange aliens.
“Let’s see, the missive said…” Trenet’s growl this time was more of a murmur as he moved his finger around inside Asher’s body, stroking it from the inside.
And then he brushed up against something and lightning zipped up Asher’s spine.
Asher shrieked, his cock jumping, and he felt more wetness drip onto his stomach. He was making a mess of himself as arousal built low in his belly. When he chanced a look up at Trenet and Vrayl’s faces, it was to see their attention rapt upon him, eyes filled with heat.
“What a good little yshain,” Trenet said, his voice deeper than before. “Dripping so prettily for us.”
Trenet’s finger withdrew, but as Asher lay there and panted in Vrayl’s lap, Trenet returned again, now with two slicked fingers slowly pushing into Asher’s hole.
Stretching Asher so wide it was all Asher could do to breathe through it, closing his eyes again as he wished desperately he were anywhere but here.
All his nerves were buzzing, confused at the mix of arousal and terror.
To his mortification, he could feel himself teetering closer and closer to the edge.
Please… I can’t…
Someone’s hand closed around his cock.
Asher’s eyes flew open to see Vrayl’s hand, also coated in that warm, slick liquid.
The Dresht’s hand completely enveloped Asher’s cock, and as Asher’s chest heaved, he watched Vrayl’s hand start to move.
Start to stroke him, as Trenet’s fingers began to fuck him faster, the slick sounds loud in the room.
Whimpering, Asher writhed in Vrayl’s lap, biting down hard on the gag in his mouth as his arousal built.
He’d never experienced anything like this.
Never had someone touch him like this. He’d always only had his own hand, furtive and hidden, and only rarely, for fear of discovery.
He loved his moms and sisters and knew they loved him, but if Asher, as a boy, had displayed any signs of aggression or dominance—
“Let go for us, sweet one. Can you do that?” Vrayl stroked faster, and a muffled moan dropped out of Asher’s mouth. “What a pretty sound, Asher. What a pretty, pleasured yshain.”
Trenet’s fingers searched again, finding whatever it was inside Asher and began to rub it with unerring accuracy.
Asher sobbed as his vision went white, toes curling, as he came harder than he ever had in his life.
For a long moment, there was only pleasure. There was none of the fear that had plagued him since childhood. None of the loneliness that had been an ache in his chest for the last three years. None of the hunger that had been hounding him for days. There was only bliss.
“Look at him—”
“He’s so beautiful….”
Asher had no idea how long it took for the ringing in his ears to settle, but as he lay there panting, he once again registered the growls of Dreshtian speech.
It was so hard to leave that blissful place of peace, but Asher groaned and forced his eyes back open. He needed to see what came next.
Trenet and Vrayl were both watching him, looking like they wanted to devour him whole.
Trenet licked his lips. “I have to taste him.”
Asher flinched back, sucking in a breath. No. No, please.
Trenet bent his head, and Asher watched with wide, wet eyes as the Dresht began to lap up the trail of Asher’s spend from his chest and stomach. He couldn’t manage more than tiny sips of air through his nose, shivering and shaking as Trenet mouthed lower and lower. Tasting him.
More tears started to blur his vision, but Asher couldn’t force himself to look away. Couldn’t keep his mind from thinking about how much it would hurt, to not even be given a clean death.
Please… please, I don’t want to be eaten. Please!
He stopped breathing altogether, heart pounding too loud in his ears.
A ping suddenly sounded out in the room.
Trenet lifted his head. Asher blinked hard, tears trailing down his cheeks. What had happened? Why had Trenet stopped?
“Was that the alert?” Trenet looked upset. Did he… did he not like the way Asher tasted? Did Trenet want to prepare him first? Asher didn’t know and couldn’t ask, and he was starting to get dizzy from fear and lack of air. “For unsafe stress levels?”
Vrayl started to emit a rumbling sound as he carded his claws through Asher’s hair again.
“It’s okay, sweetling. You’re safe. You’re home.
” Then he picked up his head to make eye contact with Trenet.
“The missive did say that it can take time for rescued Humans to understand that they’re safe.
And what with the facility having no idea how long it’s been since he’s been cared for… ”
Now Trenet was making that rumbling sound too. It would have been soothing, maybe, if Asher weren’t still so terrified. He looked from one Dresht to the other, shifting in Vrayl’s lap.
Trenet shook his head. “One thing at a time. I know we’re both eager to bring him the pleasure he needs, but if he’s gone without for so long, we should start with making him comfortable so he can eat.
” Trenet’s tail twined around Asher’s ankle.
Holding him in place. “You’ve been so brave, little love. But we’re here for you now.”
Asher clenched his teeth around the gag in his mouth. He wished he knew what they were saying. Trenet didn’t seem angry, more… upset. But Asher didn’t know if he was upset with something about Asher or something else.
He watched as Trenet picked up the bottle that was lying on the bedspread, clicking open the top and pouring more of that viscous fluid out into his palm. Then he reached for the purple bumpy thing that was still lying on the bed and coated it with the slick.
“I’m glad the missive gave us instructions to use a small training senchr for him at first,” Vrayl said. “I’m sure if we gave him the choice, he’d pick the biggest one we have.”
Trenet touched the slick end of the object to Asher’s hole, and icy dread dripped down Asher’s spine as he stared down at the thing between his legs. It—it was so big. They wanted to put that inside him? He couldn’t!
Trenet rumbled at him again as he began to push the object into Asher’s hole. “There you go, Asher. Won’t it be nice to be filled with your senchr?”
Senchr. Asher’s static-filled brain grabbed onto the word.
That was the second time they’d said it—was that what this thing was called?
The senchr was thicker than one of Trenet’s fingers and much longer, and Asher started to shiver again, shaking his head.
He kicked out with his legs, but Trenet’s tail was still twisted around Asher’s right ankle, and it kept him stuck in place.
“We know you want bigger, sweetling,” Vrayl said, rubbing at Asher’s shoulders with the hand not holding Asher immobile. “But you’ve been without for so long, it’s best to have a smaller senchr, if only for a little while. But don’t worry, we’ll fill you at bedtime.”
“I’ll stay inside you all night, little love,” Trenet said, still pushing the senchr in, in, in. “I promise.”
Asher couldn’t do anything but sob as the senchr carved a place for itself deep inside his body.
The rim of his hole burned from the stretch of it, though at least that unpleasantness started to fade as the warming slick made his body tingle instead.
It wasn’t like anything he’d ever experienced before, and he hated how intimate it felt being filled in such a way, splayed out like this on Vrayl’s lap, caught between him and Trenet.
It felt too close to parts of Asher that were already scraped raw from fear after fear and disappointment after disappointment.
Asher had learned young that life was full of hardships.
Living on his own on Journey-5 for the last three years had only solidified that notion.
And now he was here, a captive of the Dresht.
So far they’d bound and gagged him, made him come, and then licked up his spill.
Now they were putting something inside him—
Asher swallowed. Was he… being prepared?
“There now,” Trenet crooned, settling the senchr fully inside and then tapping the base of it, making Asher whine around his gag. “That feels so much better, doesn’t it?”
“Look at how it’s calmed him,” Vrayl said, stroking down Asher’s chest before glancing at the screen of his wrist device. “His stress levels are in a much more normal range now.”
Trenet gave Asher a look that was maybe pleased.
“Of course. Because we have a perfect yshain.” Then Trenet sobered and reached out.
Asher tried to twist away but Trenet only tucked some wayward strands of hair behind Asher’s ear.
“I shouldn’t have kept a senchr from you for so long so soon after you were rescued.
I’m sorry, Asher. I hope you’ll forgive me. ”
Asher stared at him, eyes wide. Name, that was Asher’s name, but what did it mean? Why did Trenet look so serious? Was he telling Asher what came next?
Vrayl’s tail slithered up the bed to curl around Trenet’s. “You’ll have to make it up to him at bedtime, my mate. By then he’ll need you so badly. This training senchr isn’t nearly big enough for a proper yshain. I’m glad the missive said we only had to use it through bathtime.”