Chapter Fourteen #2
Ugh, I had read about those. Both in my smutty werewolf books and in the information packet. This was one time where the romance books got the sex spot-on, it sounded like from the ‘official’ information.
Shit shit shit.
A heat might be fun to read about, but it is terrifying to consider going through with a group of huge-cocked strangers who happened to be aliens. Even if they are my aliens.
Ryson rolls over, his tail tightening around my thigh. He blinks, his curved horns covered in dancing pink-ish sunlight. He smiles in that halfway manner of his and holds his arms out.
Letting me decide. I like it.
I scootch in, snuggling into his chest. Butter pecan, maybe? I think as I inhale. Something like that. Sweet and sticky, very unlike his hard-ass exterior.
“After we had you bedded down in the nest, I sent a few messages to some off-planet packs with human omegas. They confirmed my suspicions.” Ry’s voice is gentle, and quiet, in the peaceful morning.
“Oh?” I mumble into his chest.
“Variations of positive reinforcement seem to work much better with most human omegas,” he whispers into my hair. “As I had been beginning to suspect.”
It hits me what their...accent almost, reminds me of. French. It’s lilting and flowy, not much space between the words.
“Oh good,” I say, perking up and looking into his eyes that remind me of a tropical sea. “Does this mean more orgasms?”
He grins and rubs his nose on mine. I blink, a little shocked. “Yes, omega. But be assured I’ll still put you over my knee for a good hard spanking at any public naughtiness or rule-breaking.”
I purse my lips. Better than being edged or denied, I suppose.
“I’ll do my best to behave,” I say, somewhat bitterly. Thinking back to what Wells had suggested, I add, “To understand your cultural expectations.”
Ryson’s eyes soften and his tail slides up, curling around my waist, curving my body into his. “I know this is all very... different for you. Your best is all I ask for.”
My eyes fill with tears and I look down, away from his intense gaze.
“Oh my dear,” he purrs gently, his chest starting to rumble, and he kisses my eyelids with a tenderness I would not have expected from him. “I am sorry if we have pushed you.”
I choke on a laugh. “You think?”
He looks concerned, and I shake my head. “It’s okay. I... it’s been a lot. I’m... trying.”
He kisses my forehead and tucks me in. I inhale the sweet, buttery scent of him. It soaks into me, relaxing me all the way to my toes.
I doze off, feeling safe and... loved.
WHEN I WAKE, NARA IS rubbing my leg. I sit up, smiling at him.
“Good afternoon,” I say, wiping the sleep from my eyes.
“Afternoon,” Nara responds, a ghost of a smile playing on his face. “I am curious what this word sounds like in your language, without our translators.”
I tilt my head. “Why?”
I see his broad tail swinging back and forth off the edge of the bed and I bite my lip, trying not to grin.
“Because in our language, it directly translates to something like...’after sex and your early meal but before the main meal.’”
I giggle. “That’s so silly, do you all really have sex every morning?”
“Yes,” he answers seriously.
“Oh,” I mutter, then switch gears, “‘Afternoon’ in my language just literally means after the sun, our star, is highest in the sky.”
“Hmm,” he considers that.
“Hey,” I say, before I lose my nerve, “Will you tell me more about this sweetener you guys figured out? I’m... curious if it’s like anything we used on Earth.”
Nara nods happily, “Of course. Slide your cute little ass off the bed, so I can remove that trainer for you to use the necessary room while explain.”
I frown, still disliking their control over something so intimate, but do as told. This is normal here, I tell myself.
“We, rather serendipitously while building our home, discovered that the liquid with the Glohas trees, which grow much larger and more abundantly here than other places on Celnoe, is naturally sweet.
I squeak, then groan, as the huge trainer leaves my body.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Not much longer now,” Nara says easily. He continues, “Ryson and Wells cooked up a way to boil down the liquid, leaving it thicker and even sweeter. We quickly developed a manner to extract this from the trees without cutting them down.”
“You made maple syrup! Er, Glohas syrup.” I grin, looking at him over my shoulder.
“Off you go, I’ll put this in when you get back,” he says before adding, “What is a maypal?”
I stand and cross to the bathroom, loving his fluid, rhythmic accent on English words. “It’s a kind of tree. We use it for a sweetener like you do with the Glohas!”
WHEN I RETURN, NARA has his hard cock out, stroking it slowly.
“Come here Elizabeth,” he murmurs. “I am pleased to hear of your maypal syrup. We shall show you the Glohas sweetener operation soon. But right now, I’d like you to use your little human hands to bring me release.”
I cross to him, smiling, and I realize just the idea of touching him is getting me wet.
“Call me Libby,” I say as I kneel in front of him on the floor, which is now covered in thick rugs.
“Libby?” He cocks his horned head in an adorable manner.
I shrug, even as I wrap a hand around his blunt tip, which is dripping. “It’s what my friends called me.”
He grins widely. “I like that,” he says softly.
I inhale his chocolatey scent deeply.
He reaches to the side, pulling out a fresh trainer. I stroke his cock slowly as he looks down at me with his big, grayish eyes.
“I want you to see these. This is the last set. Wanted you to see them, next to my cock.” He holds the trainer near. It is shaped like the rest of the trainers were, which is, a replica of their dicks: blunt tips, the widening at the base.
“See?” Nara says gently, “This last set is just a bit smaller than us. So you’ll be ready. I think we’ll wait a day for these though, and keep the other set in for a longer stretch for you.”
I shift, horny and scared. But I stroke him harder, needing to use both hands.
“That’s it, that’s a very good girl, Libby. A very good omega. Jerk off your alpha,” he says in his even, quiet voice.
His warm chocolate scent hits me and my mouth waters as I stroke my hands up and down his dripping cock. I glance up and his big, ardent, admiring eyes are locked on me. It makes me feel treasured and I think to myself, maybe this ‘servicing them’ thing isn’t so bad after all.
I SPEND THE MORNING in the library with Wells, both of us doing our own things, but sharing the space in a quiet, comfortable way.
After a big lunch of some kind of hardened, thin, grain product, cooked crunchy and topped with some kind of savory, chewy seeds and various toppings including something similar to cheese, I am told we’re going out.
“Come, wedari,” Zallan calls, near the front door. When I get to him, he drops to his knees, holding soft, soled slippers. I can see they have a thick bottom and the uppers seem to be made of some kind of animal hair, like wool. It sparks a question in my mind.
But Zallan gently lifts first one, then the other foot of mine, to guide the shoe on, his huge blue hands wrapping easily around my calf, but inordinately gentle.
As he stands, I feel silly, nude as the day I was born but for my new shoe-slippers.
Ry walks up to me and I smile at the soft look on his face.
“Arms up, Elizabeth,” he says.
“Libby,” I correct.
Nara crows from the kitchen where he is finishing cleaning, “Her friends call her that!”
Zallan purrs as Ryson pulls a pretty purple garment over my head. He leans in, once it’s on and rubs our noses together again. “Really?” He asks in a whisper, eyes searching mine.
I nod, a silly half-smile on my face as I look down. I’m in the softest material I’ve ever been in. It’s stretchy and floor-length, with a classic square neckline and the dress hugs my waist before flaring out, comfortable and twirly.
“A dress. A lovely one,” I say, grinning. “Thank you! So, where are we going?”