Chapter 16
When Asher roused from sleep, it was to the sound of voices murmuring above him and the feeling of hands stroking over his skin as the cock inside him moved in heavy, slow thrusts.
“He’s… he’s so small,” Trenet groaned softly. “So small and so sweet. Keeping me warm all night, tucked up between us—”
“So very, very lovely,” Vrayl said, before a gentle hand touched Asher’s cheek. “Aren’t you, little love?”
Asher hummed happily and swallowed around his humshus, nuzzling into Vrayl’s palm as he pushed his hips back to try to take Trenet deeper. That’s right, that’s me. I’m small and sweet and lovely. He felt overfull with happiness to hear all that delicious praise on their tongues.
And full of something else too, as Trenet’s movement stilled and the Dresht’s fingers flexed on Asher’s hips as he came with another groan.
“Thank you, little love,” Trenet panted in his ear.
Asher wriggled his body in the delight of it all.
They took him through the morning with the same care as they always had—but with Asher now understanding them, every act became more intimate, every word more precious.
They set him in Trenet’s lap again while Vrayl combed out and retwisted his hair, and Asher found himself having fun—teasing.
Clenching around Trenet’s cock over and over while Vrayl tended to his hair, until Trenet let out an amused growl and took hold of Asher’s hips, bouncing Asher in his lap until Asher was wailing and coming without a single hand on him.
Then Asher got to drowse in Trenet’s lap, sucking on his humshus while Vrayl redid his hair, and that was very nice.
His trepidation started to rise when they entered the dining room though, to see the table covered in dishes.
Asher recognized some things—the olo he liked, the guita root which wasn’t bad, the enga which was actually quite good.
But there were a number of meat dishes, as well as dishes Asher didn’t know.
He knew the meats were all synth meats. He knew that. He didn’t think his Dresht would lie to him about it. Certainly their horror at learning of his history hadn’t hurt.
But Asher couldn’t help how the smell of the meat turned his stomach, even now.
Vrayl took a seat at the table, but he didn’t pull Asher into his cock. The change in behavior was almost enough to distract Asher from the fact that it was breakfast time.
Almost—until Vrayl reached up and there was the beep of Asher’s humshus being unlocked.
Asher dug his teeth into his humshus and shook his head. He didn’t want it out. He wanted it safely filling his mouth and throat, so no one could force food into him.
“Shh,” Vrayl was murmuring, running his hands up and down Asher’s sides. “Shh, sweetling. It’s okay. It’s okay, you’re safe. I’ll only take your humshus while you eat breakfast. You’ll get it right back afterwards, I promise.”
Still Asher shook his head.
Trenet, who was facing him, must have read something in Asher’s expression. “You don’t want to eat today, Asher?” He sounded crestfallen.
That finally got Asher to release his hold on his humshus.
Once Vrayl had slid it from his mouth, Asher swallowed several times to reacclimate himself to feeling his mouth and throat so empty.
He didn’t like it. He was glad he’d get his humshus back soon.
“I…” Asher started, then licked his lips at how Vrayl and Trenet both immediately focused their attention on him. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice small. “It’s not that I don’t want to.” He was hungry, was the thing.
It was just that his hunger did nothing to touch the nausea that soured his appetite at smelling the meat dishes.
Vrayl smoothed a hand over his hair. “Is it bad memories, sweetling?” He asked, sounding so understanding that Asher could have cried.
He nodded, staring at the floor. It was hard not to feel shame. He felt so foolish, sitting there in the warm, brightly lit dining room—hungry, and yet refusing to eat.
“That’s alright,” Trenet said quietly as he took Asher’s mitted hands in his own.
Even though the mitts were bulkier, Trenet’s hands dwarfed them.
“If it’s too hard for you, you don’t have to eat right now.
” He looked up, from Asher to Vrayl. “What if we just gave him his venigash now, instead of waiting until midday? So he doesn’t have to suffer his hunger. ”
Venigash. Yshain support. Which answered nothing.
“I think that’s a good idea, my heart,” Vrayl said, palming Asher’s belly. Flat now, instead of rounded with venigash or stuffed with cock. “Can you fetch them?”
Trenet nodded and released Asher’s hands, moving to stand.
“Wait—!” Asher burst out.
At once, Trenet stilled, and both he and Vrayl focused their attentions on Asher again.
“Yes, little love?” Trenet asked. “What is it?”
“The… the venigash,” Asher stuttered. “What are they for?”
He didn’t think they were to humiliate him, not anymore. But he did remember the overwhelming fullness that permeated the days that his Dresht gave him the venigash. So he just… he just wanted to understand why. How did they support a yshain? Support him?
Trenet knelt back down “You’ve been struggling so much with eating, little love,” he said. “Venigash are designed to nourish and fill a yshain.”
“They provide a yshain nutrients, but also prepares their body for many, many Seasons with their mates,” Vrayl added, stroking over Asher’s empty belly.
“They elongate lifespan, introduce antibodies that will combat illnesses and disease, and reshape the yshain internally so they can be properly filled to the heights of pleasure, as any yshain deserves.”
While Asher was reeling from that information, Trenet set his large hands atop Asher’s spread thighs.
“We want to spend all our years with you, Asher,” Trenet said softly. “All our Seasons, dear heart. They’re all yours.”
Asher swallowed around nothing, missing his humshus dearly as the emotions threatened to overtake him.
So the main reason he’d been given the venigash was because Asher had trouble with food.
They provided nourishment. Asher had maybe suspected as much, but to be told those suspicions were correct was…
huge. And—to be told he’d get sick less? He’d live longer?
Then to know that he’d truly be reshaped in some way, so that he could better please his Dresht and… and himself?
The venigash had been painted in his memory as something invasive and painful, but they got recolored now, with the new knowledge that they had been to help Asher all along.
His Dresht really had been doing their absolute best to help and protect and love him all along.
Since the very first day Asher had woken up in their arms, they’d done nothing but try to provide comfort and care.
Now that Asher could truly understand, he could appreciate everything they’d been doing. Everything Vrayl and Trenet had done in the time Asher had come to be theirs, they’d done only to serve their yshain.
Sniffling, Asher turned his head to kiss Vrayl under the chin, then leaned forward to kiss Trenet’s cheek. We want to spend all our years with you. Asher wanted that too. He wanted that so very much.
“I-I want them,” he said. “The venigash. I want you to give them to me.” He hiccuped, overcome but wanting to say this for them anyway. “E-even on days I can eat, c-could I still have them?”
“Of course, sweetling,” Vrayl said, hushed. “Of course, if you wish it. Anything for you.”
“It would be… such a gift to give them to you every day,” Trenet said, sounding hoarse. “To get you healthy enough for your first Season with us.”
“I want that,” Asher said, nodding rapidly.
He didn’t entirely know what a Season was, but they’d mentioned it several times now.
He knew it had to be something important to them.
He’d ask about it later, maybe, but… he also knew the details didn’t matter.
If it was something Asher could share with his Dresht, he wanted to be able to provide.
“I want to be ready for a Season with you. Please.”
Trenet’s smile was very soft indeed. “You honor us,” he said, leaning down to press kisses to each of Asher’s thighs, before nuzzling at Asher’s belly.
His flat belly. Much, much too flat.
Trenet appeared to come to the same conclusion, because he kissed Asher’s stomach and then rose to his feet. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, before he strode from the room.
“You make our mate so happy,” Vrayl said warmly, nuzzling the top of Asher’s head.
“You make me so happy. We’ve been two very fortunate Dresht, and we know that.
We do important work and we enjoy our work, we’ve been able to build wealth, and we have ample free time.
But we always knew something important was missing from our lives. And then we—we found you, dear heart.”
“Found you and fought to keep you,” Trenet rumbled as he returned, now carrying a box made of what appeared to be hammered metal, decorated in shiny blue stones. “And we’re grateful for it everyday.”
Asher licked his lips as Trenet set the box down in front of him, and then once again kneeled at his feet.
“Um. A… a lot of my life has been… hard. Living on Journey-5 was—it was really, really difficult, but even on my home colony, things… they weren’t easy.
And I—I didn’t know who you were until I was able to understand you.
But I… I’m glad it was you who… who rescued me. I’m glad it was you.”
“Sweetling,” Vrayl said, sounding choked up.
“Little love,” Trenet rasped, sounding much the same.
A thought struck Asher then. Another way he could choose to give himself to them. Another thing to offer. “The takan,” he said in a rush. “Will I still get it? Please? After you fill me with the venigash, will—will one of you stuff your cock inside me and carry me too?”
Both Trenet and Vrayl let out a low growl. Asher still couldn’t see Vrayl’s face easily, but Trenet’s expression was heated.
“We’ll make it so you’re always full of us,” Trenet promised, voice even deeper than usual. “We’ll stuff you with venigash every single day, and then spear you open on one of our cocks to keep them inside.”
Asher shivered with anticipation. “A-and I want my other jahin back too,” he insisted.
“My humshus and the tirlak and the kanto.” He wanted his whole world narrowed to the feeling of Trenet or Vrayl’s cock fucking into him while he was full to bursting.
He wanted to be able to enjoy that, this time.
“Maybe—maybe the kanto could come off when we go outside? So I could see more of where we are? But otherwise I want it all back.”
“We’ll give you a proper tour of the Falls, sweetling,” Vrayl said, stroking over his hair. “Without your kanto but the rest of your jahin, exactly as you desire.” Then, spoken softly into Asher’s ear, “Trenet and I will be so proud to carry you. To feel you bouncing on our cocks with every step.”
“What do you say then, my mate?” Trenet asked, smirking up at Vrayl. “Should we give our yshain what he wants?”
“Always,” Vrayl said with a chuckle as he repositioned Asher atop his thighs, Asher shifted uncomfortably, feeling the lack of something inside him even more starkly. He did not like being empty, he realized. He didn’t like it at all.
Luckily, he had two wonderful Dresht mates who had promised that he never would be empty for long again.
“First,” Vrayl said, holding something up. Asher’s eyes lit up. His beloved humshus. He immediately opened for it, humming with pleasure as the mouthpiece filled his mouth and made its way back into his throat.
He sighed out when it was fully settled and the tell-tale beep sound let him know that it had been secured. That there was no way for Asher to remove it, especially not with his hands in the mitts. Or—
He looked down to see that Trenet had reached for his left hand, Vrayl his right. The two of them pressed a sequence on the wrist cuffs and they unlocked. Moments later, the mitts came off.
Asher frowned down at his fingers, bending and flexing them and feeling decidedly strange in having such complete control over his hands, after so many days with none.
Trenet chuckled at whatever expression he was making and held up a familiar-looking tube. “Your tirlak, dear one.”
Asher nodded emphatically and put his arms in the right position, hands placed underneath the opposite elbows. Another moment later and the tube had sealed around his arms and hands, completely immobilizing them.
The relief and pleasure at having his hands so bound was a stark one. He was at the total mercy of his beloved Dresht mates, and he knew with all of himself that anything they did or tried, it would all be for his benefit. For caring for their yshain and bringing him pleasure.
So he had nothing at all to fear, ever again.
When the kanto was placed over his eyes and secured, Asher wiggled on Vrayl’s lap, spreading his legs wide over Vrayl’s thighs.
Vrayl laughed and began to play with Asher’s nipples, making Asher squirm even more. “I think, my heart, that our sleeshin yshain was promised something.”
Sleeshin yshain. A confident yshain aware of their own allure. Subvocalization: incredibly attractive.
Asher giggled around his humshus and tilted up his chin. That’s right. That’s me.
This time when something warm and slick touched his hole, Asher relaxed into the feeling of being stuffed full.
This time, every new venigash pushed inside of him was a showcase of Trenet and Vrayl’s love.