Chapter 1 #8
Asher still wore the blindfold and the mitts that ran up his arms, but his entire torso was bare. He had pale, beautiful skin and rosy nipples that had already peaked. The freckles expanded down his throat and across his chest, more prominent in the areas that had gotten sunlight.
He was wearing just a very loose sash of the same fabric that Lee’s clothing was made from. It hid almost nothing, and Lee could see Asher’s soft cock and some of the wetness that was smeared on his thighs from when Trenet had slipped out of his hole.
Lee bit his lip, anticipation thrumming through him. He couldn’t believe this was happening, that he was going to get to give Asher eggs. Lee would get to take care of this frightened yshain and fill him so full that Asher couldn’t think but for pleasure.
Vrayl reached over and tugged Asher’s bottoms down and off.
Asher yelped behind the humshus, squirming against the hands that held him tight and spread his legs wide.
Lee drank in the sight of his cute little cock, the reddish brown hair he had between his legs, and all that creamy skin.
He was so, so cute, and Lee couldn’t wait to touch him. To give him this experience too.
“If you want to kneel there,” Vrayl said with a gesture. “It might be the most comfortable for you.”
Lee nodded, grateful for the direction. He shuffled closer, nervous and excited, and then slowly kneeled down.
It put him close to where Asher’s legs were spread, and he could see Asher’s little hole in detail.
It was shiny and pink at the edges, open from having just had Dresht cock inside it.
Lee wanted to praise Asher for being able to take his mate’s large cock so well.
Asher’s hole looked so soft, so pretty. For a wild moment Lee imagined himself leaning in and having a taste.
What would the Dresht do? Would they like that?
It was something he’d have to ask Eral and Ronet later.
If there were to be more play dates between them, Lee would like to know exactly what he could and couldn’t do with Asher.
Because if he could touch him, taste him, and his mates liked that, he could see a whole lot of that in his future.
Especially if his mates liked that, liked watching him and Asher together… it would be perfect.
He looked back over his shoulder to check in. Both Eral and Ronet had inched forward on the couch, tales twined and hands clutching one another.
“Go ahead,” Eral said encouragingly.
Lee took a deep breath, and Vrayl offered him the box.
Asher was still protesting, but between the way Trenet was holding him back to chest, his arms wrapped around Asher’s slight body, and his and Vrayl’s tails twined around Asher’s legs, Asher couldn’t move much. He just kept making small, whining sounds behind the humshus.
But now that Lee knew Asher could understand him, that he was the only one Asher could understand, he felt the need to reassure him. Let him know it was okay. How good he was about to feel.
“It’s okay Asher,” Lee said softly, making sure he was speaking in Universal.
Gently, he laid a hand on Asher’s bare knee, feeling Asher flinch.
Lee stroked his soft, freckled skin soothingly.
“It’s just time for your Venigashen. I’m sure you’re familiar with these by now. I’m going to help this time.”
Asher made a low, mournful sound, shaking his head.
“I know you’re still nervous about this, about being here. I was nervous in the beginning too. But once you realize how safe and treasured you are, it gets so much better. And it’ll feel so good when you’re nice and full.”
Asher whined, and Lee kissed the inside of his thigh. Poor Asher was so needy and so empty. Lee would help fix that.
He reached beside him and into the box. It felt transgressive to reach for the first egg. Despite having them inside him, Lee had never actually felt one in his own hand. It was lighter than he thought it would be, the jelly texture of it smooth and interesting in his hand.
He noticed also that these were smaller than his had been.
Because Asher was smaller? Or because these weren’t really for the Season, they were just to get Asher used to it?
Lee didn’t know, but he was grateful they were smaller.
Asher was already so nervous, so protesting, so this would at least go easier for him.
He scooted closer on his knees, bringing the egg up to Asher’s hole. It still looked so large there, against the small little rim.
“Try and relax, sweet one,” he said before he began to push the egg inside.
The reaction was instantaneous, Asher crying out loudly around his gag as he tried to pull his legs shut. He was prevented from it, and Lee didn’t let it deter him. He remembered how forceful Eral and Ronet had had to be with him, back when Lee didn’t yet know it was for his own good.
This was for Asher’s good, for his health and well-being and happiness. The sooner he gave into the pleasure of it, the happier he would be.
Gently, but with undeniable force, Lee started to push in again. Kneeling there, Lee was treated to every detail. He could feel the tremor in Asher’s thighs, could see the muscle of his rim trying to close, trying to keep the egg out.
Everything else melted away. Lee’s eyes stuck on the sight before him. It was so lewd, so pornographic that Lee wasn’t even sure he was breathing. He felt his own cock throb as he knelt there, slowly feeding the egg into Asher’s hole, seeing that tight muscle give under his own pressure.
Lee watched it pop fully inside, and he kept pushing, sliding his own fingers inside Asher with it. He remembered the way that his mates had done it, making sure the egg went deep enough that the next one could follow.
Inside, Asher was burning hot. Lee could feel the walls of him pulsing, hot and slick and needy. Lee couldn’t help feeling him out, giving him gentle strokes on the inside.
“Does he feel good?” Came Ronet’s voice.
Lee swallowed around a knot in his throat and nodded, unsure he could even speak.
“He took that one so well,” Vrayl said. “Lee is a natural at this.”
“Do you want to grab the next one, sweetling?”
Lee could barely tear his eyes away long enough to look at the box and pick up the next egg.
He forced his fingers out of Asher, but immediately wanted to put them back in.
He understood the obsession now, the way his mates couldn’t keep their fingers out of him when they were putting eggs into him.
There was something so arousing, so obscene about touching Asher there.
Being inside him, in that hot, slick space.
Lee started on the next egg, and it went in with less protest from Asher. The yshain’s pale skin was flushed pink now all over, and when Lee looked up, he could see his cock had plumped just a little. It was still mostly soft, but Lee’d made progress. Pride in him swelled.
“You’re doing so well, Asher,” Lee said.
“Just breathe and relax for us.” His voice felt gravelly, his throat thick.
The next egg disappeared inside Asher’s body, then Lee’s fingers followed again.
There was more pressure this time, more resistance.
Asher wasn’t very big, so Lee wondered how many eggs he could take.
There were so many in the box, but surely not all of them would go inside him right now… could they?
Lee wanted to find out. He wanted this for as long as he was allowed to have it.
He reached for the third egg. Above, he was vaguely aware of the Dresht watching him, of the way their claws smoothed over Asher’s skin, the soft comments and praise they rumbled into his ears. The way the arousal was building around them, so heady he could practically taste it.
A bulge started at three eggs, Asher’s lower abdomen swelling from what was inside him.
Lee could hardly believe it, couldn’t wrap his mind around how he was responsible for it.
Asher was so beautiful like this, spread out and being filled.
It was what Lee must have looked like too, when he’d taken the Venigashen.
A molten hot zip of something sparked down his spine to imagine himself like this. To think of Eral and Ronet’s eyes on him, when Lee was as beautiful as Asher was right now. He understood why they could never get enough of him filled like this. All Lee wanted was to keep going.
As he pushed the fourth egg in, Asher’s body shuddered.
It was such an expressive movement that Lee looked up from where his fingers were inside Asher again.
Lee couldn’t see his eyes with the mask, but he could see wetness on Asher’s cheeks, could see the full-body sobs that were now breaking free.
It hit him hard, seeing how good Asher was feeling, how overwhelmed. His belly was bulging with the eggs now, and Lee knew all too keenly the way that fullness felt. He was a tangle of proud and turned on that he’d done this for Asher. That he’d brought him to this state.
Should he keep going? Lee didn’t have the monitoring device and Asher was so slender, even if his Venigash were smaller. Lee wanted to fill Asher fuller, but he didn’t want to hurt him. He looked, in question, at Vrayl.
Vrayl was already smiling at him approvingly. “He’s doing well, Lee. If you want to keep going, he usually takes about six eggs.”
Six. Lee buzzed with excitement. He got to put two more inside Asher. Got to make Asher feel even better.
Quickly, he reached for the next egg. Above him there were fond chuckles, and he flushed again all over. He was being so good for them all, taking care of Asher this way. He could feel how proud of him they all were.