Chapter 1 #7
As gently as he could, Lee slid the humshus in.
The buzzing turned off the moment he got past the teeth, but that didn’t stop Asher fighting.
He spoke, but the words were muffled by the long insert sliding across his tongue for the back of his mouth.
It was a sputtering mess as Lee fed the gag in, but some part of Lee even liked that, watched rapt as he filled up Asher’s slim throat.
It made the low buzz of desire roar fiercely back to life.
It struck him suddenly that this had been Eral and Ronet’s experience.
He’d understood on a surface level the role when he’d volunteered for this, but standing in front of Asher and feeding him the humshus, something Lee knew in his core would ultimately help Asher feel happy and settled and full…
Lee understood and appreciated even more what Eral and Ronet had done for him.
How much love it took to stand firm on what they knew would help him even as he cried and protested.
They’d been so strong to take care of him, so dedicated to making him safe and happy here.
He understood, too, what a rush it was to care for someone like this. The power of helping Asher burned through him, and even watching him struggle against the humshus as Lee snapped it in place was a kind of drug.
“It’s going to make you feel better,” Lee said again. “I promise.”
Asher shook his head, as if trying to shake off what was happening. Lee wondered what his expression was underneath the blindfold. Was he angry? Was he sad?
There was so much Asher didn’t know, so much he didn’t understand about this place yet.
But he would. He had Trenet and Vrayl now, and they would take care of him.
And if they needed more help, if Asher needed a Human presence, Lee would be there.
He made the vow silently to himself. Later, when they were alone again, he would bring it up to Eral and Ronet.
He would tell them how much he wanted this, how good it felt to be helpful.
Lee stepped back, and immediately Vrayl scooted closer again. Both his and Trenet’s hands smoothed over Asher, crooning soft, relaxing sounds at him. A purr kicked up again in Trenet’s chest.
“How are his vitals?” Trenet asked.
Vrayl took a glance at the device on his wrist. “He’s anxious, but he’s… he’s settling.” He sounded awed. “Already his heart rate is dropping.”
“That’s good. That’s so good.” Trenet looked up and met Lee’s eyes. “Thank you, yshain Lee. It means a lot to us that you would help Asher with this. That you would give him one of your humshus.”
Now that the task was done, the shyness returned. “You’re welcome,” he said, voice small. “I hope it helps.”
And then he was shuffling quickly back over the space and dropping into Ronet’s lap. His mate took him back in with arms open. The Dresht nuzzled him, and when he turned his head, Eral was there to give him a nuzzle as well.
“It was such a nice thing you did, Lee. We’re so proud of you, of how far you’ve come.”
He felt proud too. He’d struggled like Asher for so long, but now he was finally, finally on the right path.
Everything was so easy here, so carefree.
As he glanced back at Asher being soothed by his mates, Lee knew he had no desire to go back to that state.
He liked doing well, and how everyone was proud of him now. It felt good.
Then the device on Vrayl’s wrist pinged. For a moment, Lee feared the worst, that it was alerting them now that Asher wasn’t doing well.
Vrayl must’ve had the same thought, because he was quick to check. “Oh,” he said with surprise. “It’s time for his treatment. Would you mind?”
“Oh, not at all,” Eral said with clear familiarity of whatever Vrayl was talking about. “Here, I put them in the pzech for safekeeping. I’ll show you.”
Vrayl and Eral got up to go retrieve whatever it was, and Lee took advantage of his humshus not being on. “Asher’s treatment?”
“Yes,” Trenet said, stroking Asher’s hair, who had slumped against the Dresht. Calming. “The Venigashen.”
That caught Lee’s interest. He knew of the Venigash as preparation for the Season. The jelly-like eggs that made him so full and blissful as they prepared his body to take Ronet’s eggs.
Did that mean Asher would experience a Season soon?
“Eral said you didn’t have to go through the same thing,” Trenet continued at Lee’s questioning look. “Asher… because he was so malnourished when he was found and how he still struggles with food, it was recommended by the Match Agency that he be given Venigash every other day.”
Every other day? That—Lee could hardly wrap his mind around that.
“It will help prepare him for our first Season, but right now it’s mainly to get his nutrient levels up into healthy zones.” Trenet said. “We brought his with us, since they're rather time sensitive and we like to keep him on schedule.”
Lee gaped, eyes wide. Asher was going to be filled with Venigash here and now?
Holy shit.
The arousal that had started to ease up flared back up inside him with an intensity that had him gasping. Lee had never seen another yshain take eggs. Of course he hadn’t.
But what would it be like? Did Asher like it?
No… no, of course he didn’t like it. He was probably still struggling taking them. But if he got them every other day, maybe he was getting used to it? Maybe he was starting to enjoy it, just as Lee had?
The idea that Asher might be starting to like it made Lee hot all over.
“Oh,” he managed in the silence. In his face must be doing something, because Trenet was looking at him curiously.
Ronet chuckled knowingly. “Lee really enjoys the Venigashen. Last time he got to have some he asked for more,” he said it, low voice dripping with pride. “He likes to be so, so full.”
The sigh that came from Trenet then was longing.
“That sounds wonderful. I can’t wait for that for Asher.
He’s still getting used to being properly full.
The agency was right about him needing the preparation, even without the Season.
And of course, we're glad that they help with his overall health.”
Lee's thoughts were still spiraling. Were they going to put the eggs in here? Like… in front of them? Would he get to watch?
He really, really wanted to watch.
He turned to Ronet to say so, but the Dresht was already looking at him with an amused expression. “Yes, Lee? Is there something you want?”
As if on cue, Vrayl and Eral came back into the room. Vrayl was carrying a familiar looking box.
“What does Lee want?” Eral asked, coming over to them.
Ronet’s fingers teased underneath Lee’s shift. “I think he wants to tell us,” he said, laughter in his voice.
Everyone looked to him expectantly.
“Um,” Lee started, and he was glad to be able to talk, to ask, but he did wish his mouth weren’t so empty. “Asher is going to get the Venigash now?”
Lee couldn’t remember the last time he’d spoken so much in one afternoon, but he was facing new challenges here and he wanted to get his point across. He wanted to… see if they’d let him have a little bit more with Asher.
“He is,” Trenet said slowly.
Lee licked his lips. If they hadn’t already let him help with the humshus, Lee wasn’t sure he would have the courage to ask. But they’d been so nice, and that had gone so well, and he wasn’t sure if he’d get another opportunity.
So he leaned forward and made himself ask. “D-do you think I… could I help?”
It was another moment where suddenly all the attention that had snapped to him, tightened. The temperature seemed to rise in the room, the heat wrapping itself around him. It was an addicting feeling, like he was such a good yshain that all the Dresht around him couldn’t help but pay him attention.
“Help with what?” Vrayl asked carefully as he retook his seat on the couch and set the eggs on the floor between them. He looked cautiously interested.
Trenet was smiling at Lee though, as if Lee’d impressed him again. “With the Venigashen. I think Lee wants to help Asher again. What do you think?” The question was poised to the room at large.
“I think that would be a wonderful idea,” Eral said glowingly. “Look at you, being so brave today, asking for what you want.”
“I would also love to see him help Asher. Watching Lee give him the humshus was… captivating,” Ronet said, his voice dropping into the deeper registers. Lee could feel his cock twitch underneath his ass, its own signal of his interest in the proceedings.
Trenet and Vrayl exchanged a look.
“It would be a rare opportunity to see a yshain help another with Venigashen,” Vrayl said, voice almost as deep as Ronet’s. “If you want to yshain Lee, I think we would all love that.”
The air in the room had thickened, a heavy layer of arousal blanketing them all. Lee felt powerful for having caused it. For pushing this play date further.
“I do,” he said, “I want to.”
“All right, sweetling,” Eral said with another nuzzle. “You know we love giving you what you want.”
Both Eral and Ronet ran their hands over his body as Lee rose from Ronet’s lap this time, their touches on him lingering, desirous. When he looked at his mates, he could see in their dark eyes just how excited they were for this. To watch him fill Asher with the Venigashen. The eggs.
Lee was just as excited.
He walked the distance back to the other couch, and stood before them.
“Here,” Trenet said as he shifted on the couch. “Let me get Asher in a better position for you.”
Lee watched as Asher’s takan was unbuckled in a few places. It was just enough that Trenet was able to lift him up, off his cock, and turn him around. Asher shook his head as he was moved, muffled sounds coming from behind the humshus. Suddenly, Lee was faced with seeing almost all of Asher.