SALT #2
"Well, we have been lucky so far and managed to avoid conflict with the staff, but we have heard some quiet rumors that things get unpleasant if someone openly violates their rules.
This sector is basically a prison underneath all of this.
No point pretending otherwise, despite the shiny illusion of freedom. "
His words do nothing to improve my mood. I have been reaching the same conclusion myself. And the word ‘prison’ sounds bad for my plans.
Unexpectedly, Roman leans in closer and lowers his voice.
"Everyone says it is better not to skip even those supposedly optional recreational activities they organize here, so things wouldn’t turn ugly."
Nobody keeps the topic going, probably because it’s putting everyone in a sour mood. For the rest of the meal, Eliano just chats with Evan about the other people in the program. The alpha drops a few names and throws in some random tidbits about the other couples.
After that, everyone drifts off in their own directions.
With my nose practically to the ground, I follow Eliano back to our unit.
The screening starts in twenty minutes, so I mutter to him that I am going to take a shower.
Eliano doesn’t reply, but after I come out of the bathroom, he goes in as well. Interesting. We have no idea what is waiting for us, but I guess we are both bracing for some kind of… ride.
Eventually, it is time to leave. Eliano still has that thoughtful, distant look lingering on his face.
When we arrive, I have to admit, I am a little shocked.
The screening room looks nothing like a traditional movie theater where people sit shoulder to shoulder.
Instead, it is a vast hall filled with what can only be described as privacy screens, each arranged in a U shape, with a small curtain at the front that can be raised or lowered where the arms of the U open.
There are forty-one of these rounded enclosures spread across a space the size of a large cinema hall.
And of course, the inside of the screens is not empty. Inflatable mattresses and oversized air cushions are laid out on the floor.
When we reach our assigned enclosure, number seventy-one, I stop for a moment and stare at the bizarre setup. Eliano does the same, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"For fuck’s sake," I mutter under my breath. "They are crazy committed to encouraging people to have sex."
"Sure looks like it," Eliano murmurs.
For reasons I cannot quite explain, I am oddly relieved that he says anything at all, because the silence between us has started getting under my skin.
Seriously, what? I cannot seem to decide whether I want him to leave me alone or whether I want him to talk to me at least a little.
Annoyed with myself, I step inside. I sit down on the mattress and prop my back against one of the cushions.
It is actually pretty comfortable. With the front curtain lifted, the screen is clearly visible, and the opening credits are starting to roll already.
Other couples are settling into their own enclosures as well.
Eliano lies down beside me. We are close, our shoulders almost touching, but not quite.
The movie starts.
It is a fantasy film, something people would casually label a romantasy. The story opens with the omega husband of the main character, a king, being brutally murdered by assassins sent by a rival ruler from a neighboring kingdom.
Driven by grief and rage, the protagonist sets out for revenge and eventually succeeds in conquering the enemy realm. When he storms the castle, ready to kill the tyrant responsible for his loss, the king has already fled. Instead, the hero captures the king’s younger brother, a beta prince.
That is the backbone of the plot. Everything else unfolds at the court of the conquered kingdom, where the hero initially treats the young beta with thinly veiled resentment.
Over time, tension builds between them slowly and sweetly, until it turns unmistakably sexual.
Things grow more complicated when assassins attempt to kill the beta, condemning him as a traitor and collaborator for accepting the invader’s rule.
In a dramatic show of power, the hero saves his newfound beloved, culminating in a moment of passionate sex.
I have to admit, the scenes are done incredibly well. This is not pornography, but it is intensely erotic, heavy with suggestion, maybe even a little too effective. Before I can stop myself, I am hard in my pants.
Memories from the medical office surface unbidden and keep coming back, each time more vivid than the last.
On the screen, the young beta goes down on the prince, then straddles him and rides him. His moans fill the movie theater.
I sneak a quick glance at Eliano, my eyes dropping to his crotch, where the fabric of his pants is distinctively tented. He reacts instantly, as if he can feel my gaze, turning his head until our eyes meet.
A sweet shiver runs through me, my lungs hitching on their own. Incredible. Is it just the way he looked at me that’s enough? Or the energy built up between us? What’s going on with my body?
Most betas don’t have any slick at all. I’ve got a little, but why do I feel like it’s leaking out of me now? My passage is clenching, hello!
Most likely, lying this close has done its work.
Eliano’s massive arm radiates heat, right next to me and I can feel it, his powerful alpha presence wrapping around me.
My beta body, energetically more subdued and passive, instinctively pushes for submission; I can feel my hole rippling even more; it wants to yield, open up, and receive him. Damn!
I’m suddenly flooded with this stupid urge to drop down on all fours and stick my ass up like an omega presenting himself during heat. It’s completely absurd… It’s Eliano’s fault!
This is something many betas report when they are in close proximity to alphas: a sudden surge of libido and an immediate impulse to bottom for them. Yet alphas’ animalistic sexual drive is like fire, too hot and too intense, and most betas end up getting burned.
But I am still far from that point, or at least I choose to believe I am.
Eliano’s pupils are blown wide despite the dim light, the screen being the only thing illuminating us. I can see it clearly now, the desire burning there, consuming.
My body feels like it has been heated with his fire, strange currents racing through me. I breathe in the scent of his skin, that tempting hint of fresh lemon basil, surrounding me and driving reason out of my head, replaced by a dizzying arousal and need.
Fuck this! In a sudden surge of courage, I roll slightly onto my side and… place my hand right on his crotch.
Eliano lets out a soft gasp. He is wearing fairly thick jeans, so it is hard to make out any details, but there is no doubt that what is there is anything but small.
But if I thought it would make him feel embarrassed, he quickly proves me wrong. Almost right away, his hand lands over my crotch, sliding along my length.
"Up for a handjob?" he murmurs lightly, almost mischievously, his eyes narrowing.
Damn it. I bite my lip. What am I doing? I should stop right now.
The air around us is practically boiling. Even with my beta hearing, I can catch soft sighs and wet sounds coming from other enclosures. Other couples are having sex. I can only imagine what Eliano must be hearing and smelling as an alpha. His senses must be overwhelmed several times over.
With a desperate movement, I undo his fly and soon free his cock.
Fuck me, this is exactly what I was afraid of. It’s fucking massive! Hard to judge from this angle, but somewhere between nine and ten girthy inches. Hot, meaty, and heavy in my hand. When I wrap my fingers around it, I feel prominent veins and a broad head set on a powerful shaft.
Eliano does the same, pulling my cock free. I have always been satisfied with my size, but next to his, mine is clearly dwarfed.
We both start moving our hands up and down, unhurriedly. I close my eyes. The sensation is surprisingly good, though not quite as good as when he went down on me, but I am not about to complain.
I hear his breathing, feel the heat of his body like a searing bonfire.
A completely irrational thought crosses my mind.
I want to feel his weight on me, his massive body pressing down, squeezing me until it’s hard to breathe.
One of my arms is pinned beneath me as I lie on my side, which is a pity, because I want to run my fingers over those rock-hard muscles, over his overheated skin.
Why is he so much hotter to touch than I am?
Slowly, Eliano lowers his head and brings his face closer to my gland.
He always seems to end up there, as if drawn to it. My glands are inactive, like all betas’, so why?
But still, playing on instinct, I tilt my head back and to the side as far as I can, giving him full access, and the entire time we, of course, do not stop jerking each other off.
He starts snuffling at my neck, the sound of it so close to my ear strangely erotic and exciting. Then he mouths my gland softly and presses his lips to my skin. Wow, unexpectedly nice feeling!
For a few seconds, I bask in the sensation of his warm breath there, and soon Eliano begins to suck at it gently. Oh my… it’s so perfect that I start to shiver. Fuck, it feels too good to be real.
However, he does not stop there. He nibbles at it, even bites lightly, and small pins of intense pleasure ripple through my nervous system.
Why is this so insanely good? I let out a few breathless, shameless sounds that slip from my lungs without control.
Finally, I free the hand pinned beneath my side so I can press my fingers against the hard planes of his body, and the touch, the feeling of him, Eliano, vibrating with intense life, pushes me to the edge. I reach my breaking point. Too much, too good. With a groan, I come between his fingers.
Moments later, he does the same. We climax almost in unison, my abdomen rippling, my empty hole clenching.
Fuck, so goooooood!