Chapter 5
Asher barely registered the ping sound echoing strangely in the steam-filled room.
Vrayl let out a growl. “Was that—?”
“The alarm,” Trenet replied, looking at his wrist device.
“Unsafe stress levels.” Then he turned to Asher, cupping his cheek in one huge palm.
“Sweetling, it’s okay. It’s just the baths.
At a nice, Human-safe temperature, I promise.
You’ll like getting washed up, won’t you? And Vrayl will clean your pretty hair.”
Asher blinked at him, vision blurry, and shivered.
“Oh, he’s cold!”
“Get him in the water—”
Asher’s brain came back online as he was lowered into the blood-warm pool, straight into Trenet’s arms. He yelled out and tried to twist in Trenet’s arms, not having a plan aside from be anywhere but in the water.
Even though he’d half accepted death by drowning, his body wouldn’t allow it, fighting with everything it had to avoid that fate.
He kicked out, a horrible keening noise leaving him, but Trenet just wrapped his arms around Asher’s body and stepped back, back, further into the water—
Until suddenly Trenet was seated, Asher in his lap. Asher trembled in his arms as tears dripped down his chin and plip-plopped into the pool.
Then Vrayl was in front of him, crooning as he brushed the tears off Asher’s cheeks.
“Our poor little love. We left you empty for too long, didn’t we?
” Vrayl plucked a bottle off the ledge of the pool and poured some of the contents into Trenet’s palm, who rumbled in response as his claws retracted.
“Thank you, my mate.” Trenet’s hand dipped below the water, and Asher yelped behind the gag as slick, warmed fingers unerringly found his hole and slid inside.
Asher hiccuped and bit hard into the gag to keep from breaking down entirely.
“There now,” Trenet rumbled as he fucked Asher on his fingers. “That’s so much better, isn’t it?”
Vrayl leaned in to nuzzle at Trenet’s cheek, sandwiching Asher between them. “You’ll need to fill him properly while I bathe him, my heart. I won’t put him under so much stress again.”
“Of course,” Trenet said, nuzzling Vrayl back as Trenet’s fingers continued to move. “He’s still slick and open from the senchr, but it was such a small one, no wonder he’s unhappy.”
Ears burning, Asher bit furiously at the gag and tried to shift away, but of course there was nowhere to go. He was well and truly trapped and at the mercy of these two, without any idea of what they wanted from him.
A horrible thought entered his brain as Trenet’s fingers finally eased out of him. That maybe he was a plaything here. That this was what Trenet and Vrayl wanted. A pet. To play with however they pleased.
Asher squeezed his eyes shut. How much could he endure before it broke him?
Something blunt and hot nudged at Asher’s hole then, and his eyes flew open just as Vrayl lifted him up from Trenet’s lap. And then—then—
He cried out as what could only be Trenet’s cock breached him. It was so much larger than a finger or two, and though having the senchr in had left him open and whatever lubricant Trenet had used eased the way, the stretch was still immense, stealing all the breath from Asher’s lungs.
Please… it’s too much!
Trenet let out a deep groan as he pulled Asher further down onto his lap. He was going slowly, almost carefully, as if he didn’t want Asher to break, but Asher felt every inexorable inch as Trenet made room for himself inside of Asher’s body.
Asher couldn’t help the high, whimpered sounds he made around the gag as he was impaled on Trenet’s cock, his body uncertain of what to do with itself.
He found himself grinding down as if to take the cock faster, deeper, if only so the thing would finally be fully inside and he didn’t have to anticipate more of it.
“Such an eager little yshain,” Vrayl said, voice like a purr, as he skated a hand down Asher’s chest. “This was exactly what you needed, wasn’t it? I’m sorry we kept this from you.”
“You’ll never go without again,” Trenet rumbled, hands gentle on Asher’s hips as he seated Asher fully in his lap at last. One big hand moved to rest over Asher’s belly, as if looking to feel a newfound bulge there. “That’s a promise, little love. Never again.”
Asher panted and whined around the gag. He was so fucking full.
He’d never experienced anything even remotely like it, and it made it hard to think, his brain spinning little circles over what his body had been made to take.
He unconsciously clenched around the thick intrusion, startling himself by moaning at how that made him feel inside, sparks fizzing behind his eyelids.
It was like there was no space inside his body anymore, because it was all taken up by Trenet’s cock.
Fuck, he’d never imagined being so full.
“And look at these,” Vrayl said as his fingers found one of Asher’s nipples, for some reason pink and peaked and pebbled.
“Such a cute part of our sweet yshain.” Vrayl brought his hands up to gently rub at Asher’s nipples with his thumbs, and it felt—it felt good, somehow, and the added stimulation had Asher writhing in Trenet’s lap, letting out another muffled moan as even the stretch and overwhelming fullness started to feel good too.
Trenet was letting out a constant, low rumble that Asher felt through his whole body, both outside and in, and when Trenet’s hand closed around his cock, Asher cried out, dismayed to find he was fully hard.
Everything was a confusing mix of sensation, from Trenet inside him to the warm water surrounding him, to Vrayl playing with his nipples and Trenet slowly stroking him, fingers slick with that thick lubricant.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Asher,” Vrayl purred, now pinching gently at Asher’s nipples in a way that had Asher keening and arching his back, toes curling as he clenched over and over again around Trenet’s cock. “We’re so lucky we’re the ones who get to bring you pleasure.”
It was too much. It was just enough. It was suddenly something that Asher needed, as he hurtled toward the edge. He dug his teeth into the gag and had the hysterical thought that he almost wished there was something in his mouth that he could swallow around, filling him that way too.
“Are you close, sweetling?” Trenet started to stroke faster. “Will you show us how lovely you look when you come?”
And then Asher was gone, shaking apart between them, spilling into Trenet’s hand, the water washing away the evidence.
“Good, Asher,” Trenet said, nuzzling the top of Asher’s hair as Asher panted, trying to regain his breath. “That was so good. Such a good yshain for us.”
“Our precious little love,” Vrayl said, one hand dropping underneath the water.
Asher whimpered when Vrayl’s fingers touched his sensitive hole, feeling out where he and Trenet were joined.
Was Vrayl going to try to penetrate him too, alongside Trenet?
It was a fear that completely overshadowed the loose, floaty feeling that had fallen over Asher after coming.
He was already stretched to his limit, so full that every breath made him aware of what was inside him.
He didn’t think he could take Vrayl too. Not without damaging himself.
He shuddered as Vrayl played with his sore rim, stroking the thin skin there. Not that he’d have a choice.
But then Vrayl was smiling and stepping back, reaching for another bottle on the ledge of the pool, as well as what looked like a square cloth.
A washcloth? “Now you just relax and enjoy having Trenet inside you, Asher,” Vrayl said, pouring the clear liquid from the bottle onto the cloth. “And I’ll tend to you.”
As Vrayl stepped forward, he let out a sigh, just a quiet gust of air. Asher stared at him, trying to determine the meaning. Was Vrayl upset? But he was smiling. He looked almost kind of… soft, for all that Asher didn’t exactly know Dresht expressions well enough to interpret them.
But as long as he was captive here, he’d need to interpret them. If only so he could better predict what they might do to him.
“You sound happy, my mate,” Trenet rumbled from behind Asher.
He had both his strong arms around Asher now.
One massive hand was resting on Asher’s thigh.
Trenet’s hand was so big in comparison to Asher’s slim thigh that it could almost wrap around the entire thing.
The other hand was still low on Asher’s belly, thumb stroking over and over flesh pulled taut over what had to be a bump.
Asher whined at the thought that Trenet might be feeling himself fucking into Asher from the outside.
“I am,” Vrayl said, curling his fingers around Asher’s wrist to raise Asher’s arm out of the water.
Then he began to stroke the washcloth over Asher’s arm, taking care to get every single spot from wrists to shoulder.
“I have my mate beside me and our sweet yshain between us. It’s what I’ve always dreamed of.
And Asher… he fits so perfectly already. He’s what was missing from our lives.”
Asher gasped as the cloth stroked over his exposed skin, eyes falling shut at the gentle touch. Fuck, how long had it been since he’d been touched with gentleness? Touched at all?
Three long, lonely years.
Vrayl ran the cloth under Asher’s arm and then started moving it across his chest. Asher winced a little as the soft cloth brushed over his nipples, sensitive and tender from how Vrayl had played with them, but Vrayl only laughed softly and continued the cloth’s path, lifting Asher’s other arm out of the water to wash that one too.