Chapter Twelve #2
I squeak and he starts to purr. I place a hand on his chest over the pretty light gray tunic he’s wearing. “I can walk...” I say softly, but a traitorous part of me is liking this being considered so precious that they want to carry me against them. And unusual that Ryson the hardass would do it.
“Yes, I know, but I needed to smell you. You need to come out to my shop, get your scent in there. I thought I wasn’t going to make it until lunch.”
I tilt my head to look at him. “Why?” I ask, confused.
“I was worried about you. I couldn’t smell you, and your pheromones have my instincts on high alert. I... was afraid something had happened to you.”
I purse my lips so I don’t start smiling. “And what would have happened to me?”
He shrugs as he shoulders open the door to the kitchen, “I don’t know.
Raids are no longer a thing, haven’t been for many generations, the large predators of the area stay well away from Celnoe alphas, and I don’t imagine you are going to run off.
” He peeks down at me, mischief in his face.
“Are you? I don’t mind the idea of chasing you through the Glohas trees. ”
I grin back up at him, liking this side of him, and shake my head. He eases my feet to the floor. Before I can say anything, Nara is against me, leaning over to kiss my forehead.
Geez, these guys. They’re a bit much but I think I like it.
“Bend over the table, omega,” Nara says quietly.
For a moment, I get excited, thinking I’m about to be fucked, but then I remember his ‘role.’
I hesitate and Nara makes a displeased sound while I sense Ryson tense. I frown but turn and bend over the tall table, up on my tiptoes.
“I...” I start but a firm slap on my ass shuts me up. I look over my shoulder, surprised it came from Nara.
He raises an eyebrow. “I told you, any of us may ask you to see this sweet little body whenever we wish it, and you will obey. Further, I think it’s time we let you know the rest of this expectation. You’re to grant release to any of us whenever we ask it.”
Zallan and Wells have slipped into the room and I grumble, my feminist instincts kicking in, I guess. “Whenever? When I’m sick? In public? When I’m sleeping?”
Zallan snorts, clearly hurt, “We’d never ask that of you when you’re ill.”
I wait for him to continue. But he’s silent.
“The rest?” I yell, anger running through me.
“Well, of course when you’re sleeping,” Wells says, tone flippant. Like it’s nothing. “We’ll prepare your body and mount you while you doze, take you, finish you, clean you if needed, while you rest.” A shrug. “It is normal for omegas who have fully bonded with a pack.”
Ryson jumps in, “I think we need a pack meeting on nudity and sexual activities in public, but I’m inclined to keep our gorgeous little human’s body for our eyes only.
I do not intend to punish her publicly, unless she proves exceedingly recalcitrant, and I don’t believe she will.
Which takes care of the ‘in public’ bit of your question. ”
“Well, wait a damn second, do I get a vote?” I press myself up off the table. Nara’s huge hand plants between my shoulder blades, pressing down.
“Of course you do,” he says reassuringly, as he starts to undo the straps on my waist with one hand. Another set of hands soon joins him, and I feel my hair lifted and braided as the harness drops, leaving me nude but the toys still inside me.
“Don’t drop them,” Nara says sternly, “Or I will be very disappointed in you.”
The calm, firm words drop through me, sparking something unknown and I clench down on the toy inside my pussy.
Ryson makes a noise that sounds intrigued.
Hands caress my thighs, and waist, and along the side of my breasts.
“There’s our good, obedient omega,” Zallan praises and heat drops through me.
They all chuckle. Smelling my arousal, I remember. Fuck.
“Our wet and wanting little omega,” Wells adds, voice tight with desire.
“She’s already got another punishment coming and I’m inclined to try denial a while longer,” Ryson says evenly.
I whimper without intending to.
“Mmm,” Nara says softly, “Respectfully, Ry, I think she’s going to need the encouragement.”
He grumbles but Wells chuckles, “Gonna have to actually do some work, ebondenn, not just get your own while denying one of us.”
Zallan chuckles as Ryson snarls. I’m amused at the cute, teasing interaction.
Hands lift one of my feet, pausing to inspect it, and I feel like a horse, but also feel... peculiar. That foot is put down, farther out, and the action is repeated with the other.
I’m clamped down on the ‘trainer’ in me for all I’m worth, given my legs are spread wide.
“Zatura,” breathes Wells, sounding as if they are kneeling behind me.
A hand strokes my backside, “You can let go now, sweetheart,” Nara says tenderly. He reaches between my legs and pulls gently on the toy in my pussy, removing it slowly. Just the removal of it makes me whine.
“Fuck,” Zallan quietly says. “She needs. She aches, I want to–”
“Soon,” Nara responds in a calming, reassuring voice. He must be standing, I realize. The ‘trainer’ in my ass is wiggled and I moan.
“Now, sweetheart,” Nara starts, “This trainer is coming out and a larger one is going in before we have lunch. If you’re a good girl, Ryson will let our aleron give you relief. Do you understand?”
I nod, frantic, hot, dying to be fucked.
If what I need to get an orgasm is something up my ass, I guess that is what it is, I think.
I squirm and when Nara starts to pull the toy out, I moan, open-mouthed, laying my head on the table. It slides out easily. I pinch my eyes shut. But what makes me jump is something cool and small inserted into me.
“Just a long lasting lubricant, omega,” Nara soothes, then presses something wet and large to my bottom. “Relax, sweetheart,” he says kindly, pulling back and pressing forwards repeatedly. “Here it comes, Elizabeth,” he purrs, and I hear all of them kick up their purrs and my body relaxes.
I’ve learned that their purrs cause something inside me that feels similar to somewhere between praise and a hot bath.
The toy pops inside me and I squeal, panting, shaking my head silently.
“Alright, aleron,” Ryson says, in an unusual reassuring voice, “Put your face in that little pink pussy and let her release.”
My hips shake without meaning to and Zallan’s face presses into me, his forked tongue diving deep inside me as I sigh in relief.
It rolls and moves deep in me and I moan, clit throbbing. Zallan moves and I realize he must be under the table. The fork in his tongue rhythmically laps at both sides of my clit at the same time. I squeal, on edge. Something curls around my ankle and I am not sure who’s tail it is.
“Here,” I hear Nara say, distantly and then quickly, something large is stuffed inside my cunt.
I arch up as much as the hand on my back will allow, screaming out an orgasm.
My heart pounds and I feel my skin pebble.
My muscles tense, then relax, my hips trying to rock onto Zallan’s tongue even as I come down from the hard orgasm.
Zallan purrs. The vibration of his purr passes from his face into my body, almost like a low-speed vibrator and I think I might have died and gone to heaven as the toy inside me starts to be driven in and out.
Suddenly, as I close in on another orgasm—between the vibration, Zallan’s tongue, and the toy fucking me—the toy in my bottom is tugged out and starts to fuck me at the same pace.
Oh holy hell, I think, whining and shifting, flexing up and down on my toes, not sure how I feel about this new development, but then my pussy clenches down in waves as the orgasm takes me.
“Good omega, that’s perfect,” Nara’s calm voice murmurs. “Give your alphas one more, sweetheart,” he commands gently.
Zallan’s tongue doesn’t flag and those battery bunny commercials flit through my mind.
I bite down an awkwardly-timed giggle. Even as I try not to laugh, I whimper, rolling my hips out, as Zallan’s tongue works me hard.
Both toys are worked in and out, fucking me at an even pace that hits all my spots. I shiver, pushed closer to an orgasm.
Back on Earth, I’d sometimes finish more than once, usually with women—and yes, I realize how stereotypical that is but it’s not my fault women are better in bed—but certainly not every time.
These guys, damn.
I cum again, holes gripping the toys that are being worked in and out of me, hands upon my skin, purrs and praise surrounding, along with their indescribable scents. I press my face to the table, panting as I slowly start to relax. The trainers are pushed into me, to my whimpers.
I’m carefully rotated, and pulled up to Wells’ chest, his strong arm banding around me. “She needs a bath,” he says, waving at Nara, “I’ll get it.”
I look down at Zallan, who’s on his knees, looking a bit stunned.
“You two take care of our aleron,” Wells continues, “He needs it, we can’t have him enter rut.”