Chapter Twelve
Elizabeth
Four blowjobs later, and I’m laying with my eyes mostly closed. I’m still feeling a bit out of touch with reality. To be expected, I suppose, given I just gave four aliens blowies.
Zallan, the last out of the nest, scoops me up. I whimper as I wiggle. He tucks my face into his chest gently.
I am so turned on I could die. Nara inserted larger trainers while I sucked Ryson’s cock. Nara had rubbed my clit as he inserted them and I had cum so hard that Ry stopped thrusting and cupped my face, worried.
I enjoyed going down on people before this, but sucking my pack off drove me wild. One after the other. I’m surprised my jaw doesn’t hurt. Healing jizz, maybe? I bite down a giggle. I think I read a monster smut book like that.
But I am horny as hell again, despite the one, single—I might be bitter—orgasm.
“Breathe deep, little wedari,” Zallan purrs, chest vibrating in the most wonderful way.
I do and I hear Wells from beside us, “I’m ready for food!”
I smile at his easy enthusiasm as Zallan starts for the door. I wiggle again, trying to get comfortable.
Zallan frowns down at me, “Are you hurting somewhere?”
“Uh. No.”
“Then what?” His stern voice asks.
“Just... um. These are... uncomfortable.”
They both let out a laugh.
“The rugs should be here today,” Wells changes the topic, the fact that I’m dripping around the toys probably not unnoticed by them.
“I can walk,” I say, though I have a solid idea that I won’t be put down.
“I like to carry my wedari,” Zallan says quietly.
I press my cheek to his chest, oddly content. I ask, still breathing in his lovely, indecipherable scent, “What does ‘wedari’ mean?”
Zallan is quiet long enough that I look to Wells, who raises his dark blue eyebrows and looks away. The silence stretches and I let out a little sigh, disappointed that Zallan won’t tell me.
Zallan clears his throat. “It is something like... little ruler of my heart. It is a term used with a smaller pack member, but usually only an omega.” He pauses.
“A beloved one.” He flicks a quick glance down at me and I realize he’s nervous.
“Do those words translate?” He clears his throat again, clearly distressed.
It takes me a moment to comprehend that the almost 8 foot alien is afraid I don’t like him and is embarrassed that he’s basically calling me ‘princess.’
I start to laugh, pressing my face to his chest harder.
But I look up and Zallan’s gaze goes distant and cold. I place a hand on his chest as I struggle with my laughter.
“No, no,” I get out between giggles, “I’m sorry, I love it. It’s very sweet. I don’t mind.”
He stares straight ahead, clearly hurt and ignoring my apology.
I place a hand on his cheek and wiggle up a bit to look at him. “Don’t do that shit with me,” I say firmly.
He blinks, looking surprised. “What ‘shit’?” He asks, as we hit the first floor. Wells slips ahead to hold open the door to the kitchen.
“The blocking me out shit,” I say sternly. “It’s a very human-man thing to do and I didn’t put up with it there and I won’t put up with it here.”
I glare at the huge, ripped alien holding me like I weigh nothing, “I was laughing because I’ve been so afraid... of this, of this planet, this contract, you all, and here you are, worried that I won’t like you. It’s ironic, that’s all.”
Nara looks up, worry crossing his open face like a cloud.
He’s the sensitive one, for all his telling me to shut up and take it, I’ve already figured out.
Nara looks to Ryson, and I attempt to hold back my cringe.
Nara is worried I’ll get punished? But then his eyes settle on Zallan, the concern for his packmate clear.
He’s afraid I hurt Zallan’s feelings? I need to learn to read these guys. Or get them to talk to me. I frown.
Zallan lets out a noise like an affronted cat as he settles me gently on the huge chair. He leans in and kisses the top of my head, though, and I accept his apology-kiss.
Ryson eyes me and I glare. Seems better than cowering over a possible punishment. Besides, I’m still annoyed with him from last night. A bit, anyway. He smirks and turns away.
I wince and shift my weight, the large sex toys inside me uncomfortable on the hard stool. Wells catches it and snorts so I give him the stink-eye too.
“So...” I start, feeling like I should say something, “What’s for breakfast?”
“Hyras bread from yesterday, toasted, with some rytyl eggs on top,” answers Nara over his shoulder. I eye his silky hair, looking smooth and perfect despite last night’s, and this morning’s, activities.
“Ok, toast and eggs, I can dig that,” I say, smiling. Small talk and getting to know each other, I guess, I think happily. I look between the four large aliens who will be my packmates. “Do you all work?”
Zallan cocks his head at me. “This does not translate properly, I think.”
I think for a moment. “What do you do to bring in money? To support yourselves?”
“Ah,” Nara answers, turning, “That’s right, the economic system, she means. They use linen-and-cotton plant material printed with denominations on them as the basis of a capitalist system.”
“Oh yeah, I remember reading that,” Wells adds, giving me a strange look.
“I suppose it does sound pretty silly when you put it that way,” I admit.
Nara places plates in front of us at the island counter. My eyes land on them and I bite down a grimace. The bread is blue and the eggs have a green center. I giggle. “What color is your ham?”
They exchange a look. “Our animals vary in color, but Celnoe do not consider it civilized to eat other sentient creatures.”
“Oh,” I respond, rather stupidly. “Wait a second, didn’t you all threaten to invade Earth and enslave us if we didn’t sign your treaty? But you’re vegetarians... erm, pacifists?"
They all look a bit abashed.
Wells answers, “That was at the urging of the Adrethians, one of the other two planets of the Federation. We’ve never actually needed to forcefully overtake a planet.”
“You were bluffing?” I yell, suddenly feeling angry that I was shuttled to a distant planet to be an alien cocksleeve by some big dudes who lied and wouldn’t hurt a fly.
“Enough, omega, or we’ll see how you respond to forced release.” Ryson gives me a hard look, clearly not appreciating me raising my voice.
I pick up a two-pronged fork and mutter, “Better than denial, that’s for fucking sure.” I turn to my green eggs and toast.
“That’s one punishment coming, just because I like that sass,” Ryson purrs.
The idea perks me up. I eat silently. I need an orgasm or six.
INSTEAD OF ENDING UP naked, bent over a table, getting a good railing as I desperately need, after breakfast, Ryson brings me downstairs. I realize the home is built into a bit of a hill.
“Your home is gorgeous. I didn’t realize it was built into the landscape,” I say.
“Mmm,” he responds, bright eyes darting to mine, “I designed it. We had help from other founding packs on the building though.”
Oh holy shit, they did this themselves?
We pass several rooms with shut doors before we get to the end of a hallway. Ryson leans over me and I get a whiff of his scent again and I find my face turning towards him without thought. He opens the door.
Inside the large room, almost-white wood shelves with large arched tops line two of the walls.
They are covered in various size and colored books.
Huge-paned windows, the framing the same pale wood, line the third wall.
Pretty orange sunlight shines in the large windows and clear doors, which face the river.
Outside the house is some kind of patio and I can see a large garden off to the right.
Several huge, rich orange colored and snuggly-looking chairs center around a fireplace. A wet-bar type thing is on one side of it.
He points to a chair, tucked at a hidden desk built into the shelves. “Sit there.”
I do, wondering what is going on. I see several other little hidden nooks like the one I’m at. Soon, Ryson returns with a tall stack of books and a pile of some kind of thick paper.
He places something that looks like a pen in front of me. “Read. Learn. Summarize in your hand.”
I look at him like he’s a moron. “These books aren’t in my language.”
He nods, pointing at a pair of glasses, thick black rectangular frames and clear ‘glass.’
“Translators. We’ll use them when we read your work, since none of us, not even Nara, have mastered your written language yet.”
I’m touched for a moment, but then the smirk dancing on Ryson’s face clicks with me. “This is... a punishment?”
He nods, too smug for life. I bite my lip.
I pause a moment but then I huff. “Ugh.”
That earns a pleased grin from him, “I’ll be back from my workshop at meal time. Educate yourself, omega.”
As soon as the door shuts, I grin like a fool.
As if learning would ever be a punishment for me. I put the magic glasses on and grab the top book.
I STOP TO STRETCH WHEN Nara checks on me, leaving me with a glass of cold water. But the next thing I know, I’m chewing on the end of the pen-like thing and I hear a noise behind me. I jump.
“Oh,” Ryson’s voice is contrite, “I’m sorry Elizabeth, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
I blink, kind of surprised by his easy apology.
He peers over my shoulder at my stack of notes. His big blue arm reaches over me and lifts them, flipping through my copious notes with bullet points and arrows and underlines. “Hmm, my dear, this doesn’t seem to be a punishment for you.”
Dammit. I had wanted him to think it was.
He chuckles, taking my chin in hand, “Don’t pout, omega.” His face is soft as he stares into my eyes. “Come, have lunch, I have some questions for you.”
I nod, sucked into his gorgeous eyes. I pull off the glasses and stand. Ryson scoops me up into his arms.