Chapter Six
Azane
The mobile turns onto a yet-smaller hover-road as we weave steadily through the forest.
“While we do not have any particular product or skill-set we offer to the community, this is true for most packs,” I tell Zilas. His horns are tilted toward me, clearly listening, as he takes in the huge glohas trees.
Inken takes up the conversation, “We finished our home just a few turns ago. Azane designed it, and we built it with the help of the community.”
“That’s wonderful,” Zilas says, looking up through the transparent ceiling of the transport.
“Agreed,” Ink says, “We are, as such, expected to help new packs build their homes.”
“Of course, that’s fair.” Zilas’s eyes find mine. “It sounds like a wonderful community. Like Celnoe had before the large cities came into popularity.”
I nod. “Have you always lived in Citradoth, Zilas?”
His blue cheeks darken in embarrassment. “Uh, yes. My parents lived there when I was born. They died when I was a young kit. I grew up in a home for youth on the north end of the city.”
I place a hand on his thigh. He jumps, but after a breath, places his hand over mine.
“Have you ever been out of the city?” I ask gently.
“Yes, growing up they took us to Glassy Gorge every summer. And since being at the Beta House, several of us go to the hot springs outside of Keeleche Cove during the winter.” He pauses, “But I’ve never been southeast of Citradoth. The forest here is incredible.”
We turn onto the last hover-road before our home and I sit straighter.
Silly, we were only gone for a day, but.
.. I missed our home. I don’t know how to explain it.
Ink would tease and call me a stick in the mud.
But... it’s more than that. This is our home.
That I designed, with her input and the idea of an omega and a family in our future.
It’s perfect and I love it, love the touches we added, love the blank spaces for our omega and any future packmates, and more importantly, any kits we may have.
When our house comes into view, Zilas gasps. I grin. That’s a suitable response, I consider, as I take in the tall turret, where I had left some ebret bulbs burning, to guide us home.
The mobile stops on this side of a long, shallow pond. As the door opens, I step out, holding my hand out to Zilas.
He takes it gently and climbs out, eyes as wide as valturi leaves. Ink follows, both his bags in tow.
“C’mon Zilas,” I purr, my rumble kicking up low in my chest, happy to have given this male everything he’d ever dreamed of. “Come see your home.”
We walk across the wooden boardwalk which cuts over the wet, not-quite-pond area to our home. I hear onkad zip and buzz low over the water—looking for sarrak, no doubt. Zilas is silent.
When we get to the rounded door, I twist the narrow handle and press it open. Zilas’s breath catches as we step in and his eyes take in the space.
Will our omega be as impressed as Zilas? I sure as fuck hope so.
Earth homes. I should research that. A bit of nerves hit me. I haven’t done near enough research on my omega’s home planet. Been rather busy with this beta thing.
Inken enters and stops to watch our beta.
Our pack.
How incredible.
“We’ll give you a tour later, but let me show you your rooms,” I softly offer.
He nods and I head around the large ennihas tree that emerges through the floor. I take the curved staircase up, the late evening light filtering in the vast windows.
At the first curve, the floor extends away from the staircase, a closed door near. “My room,” I explain.
We continue until the next. “Ink’s room,” I offer.
Further we climb. We pass the next floor without stopping. “Empty,” I inform Zilas. The fourth floor, however, we do stop. I step out into the hall.
“This will be your room, Zilas,” I say. Inken steps by us and swings the door open.
The light from the curved windows illuminates the hall, and Zilas calmly drops my hand as he steps forward.
Floor to ceiling windows run along one wall, though they pause for the wall of the turret to curve into the room.
There is a bed, dressed in deep blues, inside the space of the turret—as there are on all floors.
Plants, a special interest of mine, are draped everywhere.
There is a built-in bookshelf with a desk space under it.
A large, fluffy chair sits near the woodstove, which is currently kicking out low warmth.
Zilas turns in a slow circle, dropping the one bag he holds. I step forward, lowering his other. “If you would prefer to paint the bare wood... that would be fine.”
“No, no,” he gasps, “this is... wonderful. Perfect.”
Ink purrs low in her chest, and my rumble answers without thought.
Nervousness wars with the need inside me.
Nervous that he will feel... used perhaps, for us to ask him to join us, to pack, and for him to realize, quite soon, that we want him to get our pack omega pregnant.
Need because I want to fully claim what is mine: my beta. Mine. My sweet little baker beta.
He deserves to hear it now.
Even though our pack oaths, our signatures, are binding, I still want to tell him before I bend him over and rail him into the next revolution.
“Zilas,” I start, and he spins to me from where he was tentatively touching the bed. “I need to tell you something.”
Ink cringes infinitesimally beside me. She’s worried too.
Zilas quietly responds, “Of course, alpha.”
It makes my need rise. I want him so badly.
“We... pack Traex... applied for an omega. The Concord found us one, in a very short time frame. We needed another pack member.”
His soft smile takes on an edge. “You...?”
He doesn’t use the word ‘lied’ but it’s clear he understands.
I nod firmly. “And we wanted a male beta. To impregnate our omega. We want kits. Several.” My lips tilt up, imagining the happiness and noise I experienced in Ink’s home, so unlike my quiet one.
“You picked me... because you want your young to... be like me?” His head turns as he looks between us. “Our young? The kits of our pack?”
I nod, swallowing dryly.
A grin rises on his face like our star rising above the mountains. “That’s lovely, alphas.” He again looks to us both. He takes in our silent faces. “You weren’t... worried I was going to be upset, were you?”
Ink nods cautiously. But Zilas’s eyes are locked on me.
“Yes.” My tail taps the ground, a nervous habit of mine. “I don’t want you to not feel... valued. Loved.”
He cautiously walks towards me, standing near but not touching. His tail wraps gently around mine, stopping my tapping as he cradles it. A calm, protective, gentleness fills me.
His hands rise at a slow pace, but pause.
“You can always touch me, Zilas. You’re pack now,” I rumble faintly.
“Why would being wanted for my personality and looks make me not feel valued?” he asks. “Why would being given the honor of seeding our omega make me feel unloved?”
His hands wrap around my waist, pulling us together. I smile and lean in, our lips meeting.
As I pull away gently, I smile at him. “Your alphas are going to claim you now, Zilas. Do you consent?”
He nods frantically. I let my hand linger across his chest as I walk away. “Disrobe,” I command.
I open a cabinet, for we have left our mechacocks all over the house, so we are ready at a moment’s notice to rail our pack.
I grab it by the thick and rounded tip, as I slide the other end inside me, biting down a groan. It slips inside, settling, binding with my nerve endings, and suddenly the grasp of my hand on it is noticeable.
“Over the bed, Zilas,” I breathe, as I lubricate my cock. “I’m going to fuck you until we both release, then I’m going to climb on your cock as Ink fucks you.”
He moans, lost, needy, ready.
I press my head to his puckered blue hole. Leaning forward, I pop inside to his loud, pleased groan.
“Not gonna take me long, sweetheart,” I grit out, already thrusting inside him, to his enthusiastic rocking back, “So don’t you hold back either.
Make a mess like a good boy.” My body is already tensing, the grip of his body around my cock delightful.
I think Zilas’s fruity, sweet smell and his pheromones—along with the knowledge that our omega will be here soon—must have me on a hair trigger.
I bury my mechacock inside him and grind hard with fast, small thrusts.
Zilas responds, belly dropping, his blue cock free between his legs as he grunts.
“There he goes,” Ink purrs, even his asshole grips down on me hard enough to send a twinge of delightful pain through me.
Inken’s body slides behind me. She reaches around me and cups my breast, licking my neck as I reach my orgasm.
My body tenses and my eyes close. The release hits in long waves and I fuck Zilas through it to Inken’s encouragement. As the waves slow, so does my body, and my breath.
But I don’t stop. Instead, I drop my hand, gripping Zilas’s flagging cock. “Get hard again, beta. I want to ride this cock.”
Ink chuckles, rubbing her mechacock up my ass crack. “I was just thinking I should shove my cock in your sweet cunt, baby.”
I purr at that idea but shake my head. “Another time, love. Zilas surely wants both his alphas’ fluids inside him.”
“Yes, please,” he gasps, hips thrusting into my demanding hand.
I squeeze his cock harder. “Does my slutty little beta like it to hurt a bit?”
“Whatever you wish, alpha.”
Ink chuckles, voice rich and deep, “Such a perfect boy.”
I tug my cock out of Zilas as I continue to stroke him roughly to his sweet sounds. Inken lubes her mechacock, stroking meticulously over her head.
Her cool, sharp smell is strong in the air and that’s my only indication of how incredibly turned on she is. I turn, grabbing her horn and tugging her mouth to mine. I kiss her possessively, forcefully, and she returns it with the same ownership and desire.
I pull away, still stroking her upright horn gently. I kiss her nose. “My love.”
“Baby,” she responds, as she always does.
“And now, sweetheart,” Ink purrs, picking up my nickname for Zilas. “It’s my turn.”
I climb onto the bed and spread my legs, disengaging my cock and removing it. Zilas’s eyes land on my core. “I’ll let you eat my pussy again soon, beta. Right now I want to use your cock to finish.”
He growls and climbs over me, shoving his wet cock directly into me. I groan, hips rising to meet him. He drops his back and raises onto his knees, grabbing my legs and tugging me into his body. The angle is for my pleasure spot in the back of my cunt, and the pressure is magnificent.
“Hold, my darlings,” Inken rumbles, and I see her pretty four-toed foot land on the bed as her tail curls around to stroke my thigh. She leans in and Zilas whimpers in pleasure.
“Fuck, thank you alpha,” he rumbles as his lips graze along my neck. I wrap my tail around, touching him and Inken on their sides.
Zilas kisses me, his split tongue curling and exploring as he moans into my mouth. I dig my hands into his long, sleek hair. He whimpers again, sounding totally lost in the best way.
Unexpectedly, Inken’s tail wiggles and works between Zilas and me. She frees it and snarls, “Suck it, beta, get it wet for my baby.”
He moans as she shoves it into his willing mouth. He works his head back and forth, as if it were a cock. Ink’s pace doesn’t slow, her thrusts transferred through Zilas’s body to mine. He lets go of her tail with a wet plop and she dives it downward.
It presses into me, and Zilas and I both moan at the sensation.
“Fuck, so full,” I gasp, “Mmm, getting fucked by both my pack mates is a dream,” I mutter, eyes closing. I drift, stuffed and relaxed.
My orgasm builds bit by bit as Zilas takes me, while he’s taken.
“C’mon, Azane,” Zilas purrs, “Please.”
He nips my neck and Ink’s pace increases.
“Finish,” she demands, voice tight.
I do, body following my ebondenn’s command, my back arching and tail gripping Ink’s thigh tightly. I hear them both moan, and grin even as pleasure wracks me. Ink is usually so quiet. I love hearing her pleasure.
When my eyes open, Zilas has pulled me onto his chest. Ink returns and slaps my thigh lightly, wiping my leaking cunt.
It’s been so long since I’ve been with a male, I’ve forgotten what a mess they leave inside.
She wipes Zilas’s flaccid blue cock and tosses the towel.
She climbs into Zilas’s bed, curling against him.
“Do you mind if we sleep here?” I ask tiredly.
“Stars, no,” Zilas rumbles, voice thick.
As I drift off, I realize it was not thick with sleep, but thick with emotion.
My sweet beta.