Chapter 1 #9
For the next egg, he couldn’t help but watch Asher’s little cock.
It was more than half hard now, flushed at the tip.
The eggs had to be pushing up against his prostate, stimulating him from the inside.
He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and glanced up to see Vrayl’s hand drift down to Asher’s nipples.
He plucked at one, rolling the bud between his fingers, and Asher’s sobs got louder.
Trenet was running claw tips up and down Asher’s sides and then through his hair. Making him feel good.
And Lee was a part of that, of making Asher feel good.
That fifth egg went in slower than the others.
Asher was so full that it took time to ease it in, and Lee enjoyed every second of it.
Asher cried and squirmed, and his mates held him still as they cooed at him, voices dripping with praise.
Trenet and Vrayl’s hands on him were so big, and they knew just how to please him.
It was almost paralyzing watching them, getting lost in the way those hands stroked and teased Asher.
He knew just what Dresht hands on his skin felt like, and he yearned then for his own mates to touch him.
Lee took a shaky breath, and then another. He had a job to do, so he couldn’t get lost now. He was almost finished. He needed to stay focused.
Before reaching for the sixth and last egg, Lee spent several long seconds with his fingers inside Asher. He told himself it was to make sure there was room for this last egg, but really he was just stretching the play out. Giving himself a bit more time with his pretty little yshain.
He liked touching Asher inside. It was so intimate, so close.
He could feel the way Asher’s walls clenched around the eggs, around his fingers.
He could feel the need in Asher’s body for fullness.
Wetness was just beginning to leak from the tip of Asher’s cock, showing them all how much he was enjoying this.
Asher was crying out constantly now, muffled behind the humshus but audible to everyone in the room.
It was addicting, doing this. Being the one to make Asher feel so good.
Finally, Trenet’s low rumbling praise cut off, and he turned an amused eye Lee’s way. “Are you going to give him the last egg, yshain Lee?”
Lee bit his lip, caught out. Bashfully, he slid his fingers out of Asher, nodding.
He could tell the Dresht weren’t upset with him, not with how amused and fond they looked by his antics.
He was certain if he turned to see, Eral and Ronet would be wearing matching expressions.
He was better, these days, at understanding what he could and couldn’t get away with. How they would indulge him.
He picked up the last egg, and brought it to Asher’s hole.
He was more open than when Lee had started, his hole pinker, closer to a flushed red.
This time Lee let his fingers linger at the softened rim, pushing the egg in beside one of his own digits.
It made the breaching tighter, and it drew louder cries from Asher.
Lee shivered, relishing Asher’s pleasured cries. Lee knew how sensitive this area was when he’d taken so many Venigashen. How every touch, every brush had his nerves trembling.
And he was giving that experience to Asher now.
Saliva gathered in his mouth as the egg eased in. This might have been just practice for Asher, but his hole clearly knew what it was for. Six eggs, and he took them so beautifully.
The sixth one disappeared into Asher’s body. Lee left his fingers inside with it. He could see the bulge of Asher’s belly, and felt envious that he didn’t have it himself. He hadn’t even known, until today, that getting Venigash outside of the Season was possible.
But it was. Could he–
His breathing was shaky, his heart pounding. He touched around inside Asher, awed that he could. His own desire was vibrating inside him. He wanted to touch Asher more, but he also wanted to be touched.
He was so empty. So needy.
Asher’s whole body was stiff and ready to come. Lee could feel it in the air, and he wanted that badly. Wanted to see his work come to fruition.
His eyes drifted up to Asher’s cock, stiff and leaking, and Lee licked his lips again, desperately wanting.
If—if he were allowed that, it would help.
He could make Asher come, but also give himself something to fill up his emptiness, at least until his mates took him back and filled him up properly.
But was it allowed? They’d clearly enjoyed watching him help Asher so far, but he didn’t know where the line was.
His eyes flickered up to Asher’s mates. They were still watching him, dark-eyed with anticipation.
“You did so well, yshain Lee,” Trenet said.
A hand touched his shoulder, and he jolted before he realized it was Eral, standing just behind him. “You look like you’re not done, sweetling.”
Lee made a noise of want, one he knew his mates would understand well. He saw it knock into Eral, and from the couch behind him he heard Ronet’s rumble pick up.
“Could he finish with Asher?” Eral asked. He said the words that Lee couldn’t, and Lee was so grateful. He was practically vibrating with need, and language at this point would be clumsy at best. He was no longer used to having to speak his wants.
He turned his head back to Trenet and Vrayl, then his gaze dropped once more to Asher’s cock. It was so close to him, and already his hand was creeping across Asher’s thigh. His skin was so soft, so smooth.
“Yes,” Vrayl said, voice rough.
“Whatever he wants—” Trenet said. “Whatever—yes.”
Lee felt the tension in the room peak. Eral kept his hand on his shoulder, and he felt the air move and Ronet's presence suddenly at his other shoulder.
They wanted him to do this, and they wanted to watch. His cock was so hard between his legs, making a mess of his shift. Breathless at his own daring, Lee wrapped his hand around the base of Asher’s cock.
He needed only to push up a little and tilt Asher’s cock down, and it was touching his lips. His tongue lapped out immediately to taste the salty precome there. He felt the weight of the Dresht gazes, could hear their rumbling, earnest attentions.
He’d never felt so powerful, so desired.
He let Asher’s cock slip into his mouth and across his tongue.
Asher twitched like he’d been electrocuted.
It only spurred Lee on. With all of his throat training and with how small and cute Asher’s cock was, it wasn’t hard to take all of it.
He let it slide into his mouth into his throat, and at the first suck, Asher’s hips bucked.
It didn’t take much longer after that. Both he and Asher were so pent up that Lee worked him fast and deep, tonguing Asher’s cock and swallowing around it until Asher’s hips were moving constantly, his sobbed cries loud behind the humshus.
Lee hadn’t even touched himself, but he was close when he felt Asher break.
The hot spill slid down the back of his throat, and he swallowed over and over again to get it all.
It was salty, sharp in a way that Dreshtian come wasn’t.
Lee remembered the flavor in old, old memories.
It was better now though, better that it was Asher, his yshain, and not some strange, random person in a courier port hookup.
He wanted more. Wanted to keep going and push Asher into that overstimulated space that his mates did to him. He wanted to see Asher lose all control as it overwhelmed him.
But Lee reminded himself that this was just the first time. That he needed, in some ways, to be gentle with Asher. They would have more time in the future to play. For Lee to push Asher to greater heights.
So just as his orgasm was finishing, Lee let Asher’s cock slide out of his mouth. He let the last blurt of Asher’s come spill across his lips. When he finally looked up at Trenet and Vrayl, they looked gobsmacked.
Lee licked his lips clean, high on doing a good job. On pleasing Asher and the Dresht.
Then Eral's hand on his shoulder was tugging him back, and helping him to his feet. Lee’s legs were wobbly beneath him, but Eral didn’t let him fall. A beat later Ronet was at his other side.
There was no hiding how aroused he was by what had just happened.
When Lee stood, everyone in the room got a look at how hard he was, the huge wet spot on his shift.
The hands that guided him back to the other couch were possessive, and when he was put back on Ronet’s lap, his thick cock was slid right back inside him.
Dazed, Lee almost lost himself and started moving on his mate's cock. He’d been wound up so long now, and he needed it. Needed to be fucked, to be filled. He needed to be full like Asher was full.
“I… you have such an amazing yshain,” Trenet said after a hard swallow. “He took such good care of Asher. But,” the Dresht cleared his throat, “I think it’s time for us to go.”
“And I think we best take care of Lee,” Eral said. “He deserves it.”
Lee was only vaguely aware of Asher being shifted around on Trenet’s lap and then maneuvered back into his takan. Trenet, Vrayl, and Eral stood, and all took a moment to adjust themselves. They were all hard, arousal in every inch of their bodies.
Because of me. The thought was heady, and his hole clenched around Ronet. He let out a whine, and watched all the Dresht ears in the room swivel toward him.
Eral cleared his own throat, looking flushed. “I’ll just show you out,” he said meaningfully.
Trenet, Vrayl, Asher and Eral left the room. The second they were gone, Ronet’s hands landed on his hips with intent.
“Did you have a good time with Asher?” Ronet asked. The hands on him started to move him quickly, bouncing him on Ronet’s lap. Just what he needed, finally.