Chapter Two
Atiox
The rain batters against the clear ceiling of our kitchen. I do not enjoy the rainy season. But it’s only because of the life-giving rain that our forest is so lush and healthy. Nonetheless, I feel as though I spend the entire turn inside.
As I’m typing a message on my handheld, it freezes. I grimace. The rain is affecting our power system, which is affecting our comm network. I sigh, standing, and toss my handheld into a drawer. I head out of the kitchen to our library, in search of my pack.
The dim, cool weather dampens my spirits.
It’s absolutely silly and self-indulgent, but I feel like we are not complete.
My pack is missing someone. It’s days like these, when we’re all inside, when a hot tea and a cuddle pile in the library sounds incredible, that I feel it the most. Maybe, if Zatura blesses us, we’ll get our omega.
And perhaps, eventually, some kits as well.
Yet here we are, me, Lux—our second alpha, our ebondenn—and Ziam, our third alpha, the charax. Just the three of us.
While that should be enough for me, I’m a selfish bastard. I so greatly desire a sweet, gentle omega who wants naught more than to make our house a home. To please and be pleasured, to love and be loved, to carry our young, to greet us when we return home with a smile and a kiss.
The stone walls of our home are delightful in sun season, but today the chill clings to them.
I turn to the huge fireplace in the empty library.
I squat down and quickly stack some firewood.
A striking stone lights the tinder quickly, and I step back, making sure it catches and that the wind is in the right quarter.
The river-stone fireplace dominates the massive space of our main living area, which takes up three stories, though lofts cover part of the second and third level. But a good fire will warm up the entire space. I stare into the happily crackling fire for a moment as I rub my horn.
Now, to find my pack. I walk back towards the main stairs and head up.
“Such a naughty boy,” Lux’s rich voice reaches me. I climb faster. The playroom is the last room on the second floor atrium, and the door is open.
I lean against the door frame. Lux’s bright blue skin is dark and rich in the dim light of the candles.
Going for ambiance, I see, I think to myself as I grin.
Lux has always had a bit of a flare for the dramatics.
She’s an incredible ebondenn though, and she put in the work to figure out Ziam and me.
She only had to require me to message another pack’s ebondenn once for a punishment suggestion, and I have never stepped another toe out of line since.
Ziam here, though. Ziam lives for quiet praise and acts of service. So when I hear Lux telling him how bad he is, or chastising him in any way, well... I know he did something wrong.
“You’re going to eat my cunt until I finish, you bad boy. And then I’m going to insert an electrostim until you’ve finished three times.”
I slide my hand down to press against my now aching cock.
I growl as I watch Lux curl her hands around Ziam’s short horns. He groans in appreciation, even if Lux is controlling his movements. “May I suggest he suck my cock while he’s getting milked?”
“Mmm,” Lux purrs, eyes closed, “This is a good idea, love.”
Ziam is kneeling in front of her and I see his hand raise.
Lux moans as he inserts his fingers. He is incredibly skilled with his mouth, and has a tendency to service us both every morning.
Lux usually then uses her mechacock to fuck him until he has relief.
And perhaps another orgasm for herself. I grin.
My pack truly is wonderful. Why do I struggle with the need for an omega? We are happy as we are.
Lux wraps a leg over Zee’s back as she leans back, hips fucking his face while she uses his horns for ‘steering.’ His pale blue skin flushes, knees spreading.
“Fuck, yes,” Lux snarls, eyes closed. Then a small keen slips past her lips as her body tenses.
Ziam does not slow until she tugs his head up. I step further into the room, wanting to watch my pack mates gaze at each other, knowing they are both deeply in love with each other and myself.
“Over the bench,” Lux commands.
Ziam obeys as Lux turns to the large, many-drawered cabinet. I tilt Zee’s face up as I open my trousers. My aching cock springs free, already leaking.
“Lick,” I rumble, “and tell me why you were such a naughty boy.”
His split tongue darts out, licking up my dripping seed.
“I nearly forgot about a community responsibility.” Another lick, my cum trailing from the fat head of my cock to his lips.
“If I had not recalled at the last moment, I’d have embarrassed our pack.
” He kisses the tip of my dick. “And you cannot have that, not as one of the founders of Setias.”
“This is all true,” I say lowly.
I watch Lux step behind Ziam and insert the metallic device, about the shape and size of a finger, a long safety cord attached to it, into Zee’s ass.
He immediately groans, body contorting on the bench.
“What responsibility?” I ask as I watch his slender hips flex as much as they are able, given the position he’s in.
He answers tightly, “We decided that Pack Traex should get a meal a phase, since they are busy with their new kits.”
“Ahh,” I purr, hand going to his horn. “But you did remember?”
His body arches again, and he cries out. I hear his seed hit the floor.
“Messy charax,” Lux chastises, to Zee’s dark blue blush.
I tap his face gently with my cock. His mouth opens obediently, but I wait for his answer.
“Yes. I pulled out some tumbleroot pie from the larder and made a loaf of hyras bread.”
“Then, crisis averted,” I say quietly as I shove my cock into his mouth.
My head tips back in pleasure of being suckled deep. “That’s it, Zee,” I say, though I am careful not to clearly praise him, lest I get in trouble with our stern ebondenn.
She purrs, however. “This is true, Ati. Perhaps I’ll only force one more electro-milking from him. If he can make you finish by then.”
I smirk, eyes meeting Lux’s where she stands behind Ziam. “I’m not sure if you’re challenging him to hurry or me to control myself.”
A grin lights up her gorgeous face. “Yes.”