Chapter 4
I could hear the clamor downstairs as I got ready for my big debut.
“Nervous?” Raine asked.
“No.”
“I like hearing that. Let’s go.”
Raine kissed me, the stud embedded in his tongue tickling my own. I nibbled his bottom lip, bit down on it, smiled and let go. He draped a sheet over me like a death shroud and all I could see was white.
He led me slowly down the stairs from the apartment into the shop.
“We’re so glad you all could make it,” Athame said. “Raine, Jackal and I have had this party planned ever since we formed a pack. We fantasized that one day, we would have an omega to show off to the world.”
Raine brought me to a stop next to Athame. I smelled Jackal as he crossed my path where I stood. Then, the two men took the sheet by a corner and whisked it off me and lay it on the ground.
Without the sheet, I was completely naked. Arms down at my sides, I squeezed my thighs together to keep the slick from dripping down. I hadn’t realized there would be so many people.
Pins and Nettles was practically packed wall to wall with the most avant-garde, grungy, alternative scenesters and kinksters known in the Port Haven underground. Athame was holding an event, word of mouth and only the most connected knew about it. There was an assortment of wines and appetizers paraded around on trays made of hub caps and yield signs.
Chicken wire had been erected to keep the party away from the tattooing area. Displayed on the other side of the chicken wire were selections of Ostray pack art, including my own.
The hors d'oeuvres were replaced by brushes and buckets filled with eco-friendly, non-toxic paint. I knew what would happen next. It had been Jackal's idea but we had all fallen in love with it.
“Get on the canvas, Caira,” Athame said.
I did as I was told.
“Everyone gets one chance to paint on our beautiful omega,” Athame instructed the crowd. “We want to see the art she can truly be.”
Armed with different types of paint brushes in hand, of all shapes and sizes, the guests formed a line.
“Do our friends have permission to paint you, Caira?” Athame asked.
I nodded, looking over the crowd. I suppressed a shudder of excitement at the idea of all those hands touching me. I never really considered myself an exhibitionist, but right now, I felt more like an art project, which I was fine with. “They do.”
“Then, you may begin,” Athame said.
One by one our party guests came up to me, armed with very basic art supplies. Paint-covered bristles smoothed across my skin in waves and patterns. A cushioned roller across my belly, a delicate fan brush swirling around my nipple. Marbled droplets of multicolored pigment mixing with my slick as it all ran down my body. Someone blew glitter on me. Someone else threw their entire bucket of neon pink paint that splattered across my chest and stomach. I was enrobed in gold and blue and purple as my pack mates poured paint onto my shoulders.
Fingers swiped and weaved, cutting paths of skin through floods of color. A delicate brush tickled my clitoris. Jackal was the first to kiss me and I moaned against his tongue. He pushed me down and I knelt in the technicolored puddle of uninhibited creativity. Then he got me on my hands, painted ass in the air.
He fucked me, and I slipped a little on the drop-cloth nearly every time he thrust deep into me. I dropped onto my elbows, and gathered the sticky, spattered sheet in my fist, in my teeth, and stifled my cries and watched the guests watch me.
It was quick, and he didn’t let me take his knot, no matter how much I asked.
He pulled out, and that left me shivering. I was so close to the edge.
“Turn around.”
I did, on all fours, leaving behind a vortex in the paint. He put himself down my throat, held my head, and moved my body back and forth until he came with a groan that took up all the oxygen in the room.
“Swallow it,” Jackal ordered, staring down at me. “Be a good little omega and swallow it all.”
I did. Neither of us wanted the canvas to get messy.
“That’s it,” Jackal crooned, running a hand over my hair which was glued together with paint. “Every last drop. Right down your pretty little throat.”
After I obeyed, he pulled out of my mouth and kissed me, his tongue fiercely lashing against my own and swiping across remaining threads of cum.
Raine was next, and he laid me on my back, with my thighs pressed to my chest so everyone could see what my alpha was about to use.
And he used it.
The sheet bunched and wrinkled under my back each time Raine rammed his hips into me. Beads of paint leapt into the air each time our bodies met, spattering him with a dusting of color along his torso. I moved my hips and gripped the back of my knees so that Raine could use me any way he desired.
He pressed his forehead to mine and I let go of my legs to wrap my arms around him and hold on. I hooked my knees onto his shoulders. I felt fragile and compact in this position. Easily malleable and fun to use.
“Don’t stop,” I said to him, and he was probably the only one who heard. “I want to come.”
Raine grinned, but sped up his hips, his pleasure outpacing mine. He aura flared as pulled out suddenly and without even needing to be told, I opened my mouth to accept his load.
He straddled my thighs and he cupped the back of my head with his palms. With my feet practically next to my ears, I sucked Raine until he threw his head back and I felt his hot, sticky seed fill my mouth and flow down my throat.
When his tremors finally settled down, he lay my head gingerly back down on the canvas, but otherwise abandoned me.
I lay there, alone and shivering, sticky and flakey from layers of environmentally safe paint trying to dry on my ever-moving body. Dozens of eyes were watching me like I was some zoo animal. Achy, but still buzzing from lack of satisfaction, I rolled onto my stomach. I was vaguely aware of what was next, just not the specifics.
Athame was next.
Athame was the finale.
I sensed my pack-lead before I saw her. She walked into the space naked except for a golden dual-penetration dildo strapped on. I immediately started panting with excitement at the sight and I propped myself up on my knees.
She stopped inches in front of me and gazed at me. “Look at you. You made such a pretty canvas. I think it’s time for me to leave my signature on this stunning work of art.”
My scent burst with ecstasy at her seductive, but overwhelmingly kind words. I was work of art?
Athame wrapped a rope of my sticky paint-soaked hair around her finger. “Down girl.”
I lay down on my back and she wedged her hips between my thighs. Her slender, crafty hands cupped my sex and she leaned down and kissed me. A fresh flow of slick dripped from me, only to be collected by Athame. She broke the kiss and gripped the toy, running her wet hand against one organ, then the smaller one underneath. The paint left streaks of rainbow on the golden toy.
“Gotta get nice and wet,” she purred. “I don’t want to hurt my little omega.”
I chewed my lip and slowly shook my head. No, we didn’t want to hurt me.
She knelt, and grabbed me behind the knees, pulling my ass onto her lap. Slowly, she pushed into me, invading both openings at once.
My back arched and once again I grabbed the sheet. I pulled it to my chest like I was trying to wrap myself in a blanket. Athame thrust and I locked my legs around her waist.
“Yes, alpha,” I gasped. “More.”
My beautiful, sultry pack lead leaned over me, her hard nipples teasing mine, the softness of her breasts pressing against my own. She kissed me between the brows as she bucked her hips, running me raw with this toy.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “Alpha. My beautiful alpha. Fuck me.”
My ears started ringing and a buzzing grew inside my skull. Athame put a hand on my belly and simply flicked my clitoris with her thumb.
And I did more than exploded. I lost all sense of reality.
It had only been three days, but it felt like I had been with the Ostray pack for my entire life. From behind, Athame wrapped her svelte arms around me and leaned me back into her chest as Jackal and Raine each balanced on a step ladder.
“That good?” Raine asked, holding up the left corner of the drop sheet party canvas.
“A little higher,” Athame instructed, and Jackal moved the right corner a few inches upward.
“More.” I could hear the smirk in Athame’s voice, but the guys obeyed. “No, too much. Lower.”
Jackal scowled but lowered his corner by half an inch. Raine followed suit.
“Right there,” I said, granting the two alphas mercy. “Perfect.”
Jackal and Raine nailed the hooks into the wall and secured the corner eyelets.
After the party, we let the sheet dry. What developed was a riot of color and splatter, with no thought or reason. It almost seemed eldritch, unknowable, but it was hauntingly beautiful and unquestionably Ostray.
It was us.
THE END