Chapter Fourteen
Lux
“Take it,” I growl, hand under my mechacock as I line it up.
“Fuck,” Ati whines.
“Mooning about like some youngling, ignoring the needs of your ebondenn,” I add as I press into his wet ass.
“Apologies,” he grits out between moans.
“No, not good enough,” I sigh as my cock sinks into his tight, hot body.
The nerve endings connect into my body seamlessly, so I feel everything and it is incredible. I press into Atiox’s ass right to my knot in a smooth thrust.
He groans, arm muscles flexing against the tyraz ropes that hold him firmly bent over the table.
“Stars above, aleron, your hole is tight. We haven’t been fucking you enough, have we?” I begin to fuck him, at a hard, fast pace, chasing my orgasm.
Atiox, having learned early about my methods of keeping him in line, rarely truly misbehaves. But he enjoys a little light punishment. So sometimes I need to create reasons to dole out discipline.
“I think I should make you take my knot,” I growl, close to releasing already. He again groans and shifts. “You can pretend to be my omega,” I purr. “My good boy omega who needs his wet, needy ass knotted.”
My words must push him off the edge, for he grunts again, and I hear the splash of his seed on the floor.
I chuckle as I start to finish. I press my knot against his tight ring again and again as I thrust, but I do not force it in.
He would need more preparation to take it; and I wouldn’t even swell, given he is an alpha.
I grind against him as my release slowly ebbs.
“Good boy, aleron,” I murmur as I ease my mechacock out of his stretched hole.
I lean over Ati’s body and lay a kiss on his shoulder. He purrs, though his head still hangs tiredly. “Love you, Lux,” he rumbles easily.
I purr and run a hand over his back. As I lean over to grab a towel from a table, movement catches my eye and I fully turn.
There, standing frozen in the doorway, is our omega.
Her luscious, bottomless eyes are wide, and her mouth is hanging open.
However, she does not look terrified, which I consider to be a huge plus.
“Hey, sweet girl.” I grin. “I see you’ve found our playroom. Would you like a tour?”
“Zatura,” Atiox grumbles. “Untie me, Lux.”
I chuckle. “Maybe shortly.”
At that, Octavia snaps her mouth shut and spins on her heel, marching to the stairs to the nest without another word.
I start to laugh as I turn back to tend to Ati.
THE THREE OF US ARE in the library when Octavia finally emerges. I cock an eyebrow at her silently. She responds by turning bright pink and looking away. I chuckle lowly as I return to the book I was reading.
“Ohhh,” she barely breathes, the wonder clear in her tone. I place my finger in my book and look up. Atiox has opened the cabinet with the information processing system and is sitting in front of the large screen.
Ati looks up and smiles at her. “Would you like to sit with me?” he offers.
She nods firmly and Ati pats his knee. I cringe, but there are really no other seating options. I add that to my mental list of things to get to help adapt our home to Octavia.
But to my surprise, she slowly crosses to him and perches carefully on the edge of his leg. Her body is tense, but she does it.
Ziam looks at me and I raise a shoulder.
“This is a computer?” I hear our omega ask quietly.
“It is an information processing system. It does many things, including connect to others far away,” Ati gently corrects.
A laugh. “Right, a computer.”
I have turned in my seat to silently watch their interaction. Octavia doesn’t move but I can almost feel the intrigue coming from her. “What are you doing on it?”
“I usually use my comm, but I need to go over some data in order to correct a technician back in Figate, our capital city. They are arguing with me over the frequency of our outages.”
“Outages?”
“When our power drops. During the rainy season, we lose access to the energy grid regularly.”
Her head tilts as she studies the large screen. “But not in the summer? Um, sun season?”
Ati’s horns shake. “No, because the light capturing units are small, portable, so Setias has its own series.”
“Hmm,” Octavia mutters, leaning into the screen. I hop up and offer her the pair of translator glasses I had gotten out for her.
Her little warm hand takes them, and she throws me a tiny smile that makes me float.
Leaning back into the screen, she doesn’t say anything else but I can tell she’s thinking. Eventually, she silently slides off Ati’s knee and sits between Ziam and I, crossing her legs and tapping her chin as she stares into the fire.
Atiox throws me a look and again I shrug. I turn back to my book as Ati starts to clack out a message.
I shift my weight as I watch Octavia from the corner of my eye. I need to do it. I’m just nervous about her reaction. But it has to happen. I take a deep breath.
“Octavia.” I wait for her to emerge from her head.
She gives me a little smile. “Yes, Lux?”
“I have been hesitant to start your training- both body and behavior. But it must start, omega.”
I pause here, letting her catch up in case something doesn’t translate correctly. “Packs have rules, and they are for either your safety and security, or that of the pack as a whole. It is my place in the pack to enforce them.”
I stop again and eventually she near-whispers, “Alright.”
Nodding, I say, “Your body is small, and we must teach it to accommodate our cocks and knots. We will do this with training devices.”
I can literally see her shoulders hitch up in anxiety so I quickly add, “I believe we can wait a bit on that. But I do want you to start to learn about the roles within the pack.”
I watch some of the tension ease her. “Omegas are intended to give their pack release whenever needed.”
“Release? You mean, make them cum?” She asks and I cannot tell if her face is amused or not.
As I process her words, Zee offers, “A human word for orgasm.”
“Oh. Yes, then, to make them cum. We see the release of seed as a natural bodily function as important as eating and drinking and sleeping.”
She raises an eyebrow.
I continue, “We also require no public disagreement. We can all discuss things in detail in our home, but in public, our pack must be a united front. Any public arguing, or misbehavior, will be dealt with... harshly.” I hesitate adding the last word, but it is true.
It is something I cannot ever excuse. And she should know that now.
Another slow nod. “Alright. Seems fair enough.” A spicy look takes over her face. “I have a question.”
“Of course,” I encourage, “Please, always speak freely in our home.”
“If you consider release as important as sleep...” her face pinks but she squares her shoulders. “Why haven’t I gotten off?”
I immediately growl, my inner alpha upset at the very suggestion that my omega was hurting and in need.
“I will solve this problem,” I snarl, voice low and feeling totally unhinged.
I slip off the couch and crawl the short distance to Octavia.
“You have not seemed... ready... for any sexual contact. But since you asked, I will take care of you.”
My hands go to her round little thighs, sliding under Ati’s shirt that she wears. Her eyes flutter closed.
“I thought... it was my job to get you all off?” she whispers.
Purrs and laughter from our pack mates.
“It is, sweetheart,” Ziam murmurs, “but you have needs too. Ones we’d meet if you were pleasuring us.”
I lay a kiss on one thigh. Octavia gasps. My hands stroke and my little omega perfumes, her sweet flowery scent heavy in the air. I let my tongue roll up her thigh.
This gasp is accompanied by her eyes opening. “Your... tongue?”
I smirk, “Yes, I will please you with my tongue.”
Her head shakes, “No, I meant...” a pause as she gathers herself, “is it... split?”
As though on cue, all three of us show her our tongues, which are indeed forked.
Her head swivels between us, her face getting pinker and pinker with each passing click. Finally, her body tense and her face nervous, she nods.
Poor love, I think, trying not to frown. So scared and far from what she’s always known. I reach up and take her hands, my thumbs rubbing into her palms.
“Wedari,” I whisper, “trust me. I’m your ebondenn. Your pack mate. We’re all devoted to you already.” I lead her hands to my horns. “Guide me.” I grin up at her. “Pull me away, or to a different spot, as you need. Just let me devour this wet little cunt.”
Octavia nods and I can feel the boys exhale in relief. Her hands curl gently around my horns. I struggle against the wave of pleasure being touched by my omega does to me. Only when I have control of myself do I open my eyes and focus on my little mate.
I grab her bare ass, my eyes dragging over her pale skin that is dimpled beautifully, reminding me of ripples on the river.
I tug her body down as I use my shoulders to spread her legs wide.
I catch a glimpse of her unusual-pink cunt and I groan.
Her hands spasm on my horns but do not move me either way.
I examine her little brown bush that matches her eyebrows.
Ryson, another ebondenn from a pack with a human omega, had explained their ‘bush’ to me.
I lean into her body, my tongue darting out and parting her flesh. She whines. I chuckle, turning my face a bit to lay a kiss on her thigh. “Let’s see if this ‘clit-or-iss’ is as sensitive as the manual says,” I mutter into her soft skin.
Octavia whimpers, hips shifting, and I need no other invitation.
I let my tongue lead, parting her as I gently turn my face back and forth.
Sure enough, I feel her external pleasure center.
My tongue curls up over the little lump of flesh, under the protective skin.
My omega jolts in my hold, and her hands tighten on my horns.
I do it again, letting the sides of my tongue caresses around it.
“Oh, Jesus,” she moans.
The boys groan.
Protect. Teach. Love. Pleasure. These words run through my head as I lick her sweet little cunt.
My own cunt throbs but I ignore it. I can almost sense Ati wanting to come take care of my needs, and I flick my eyes to him.
He’s gripping the chair hard, probably to keep himself from pulling out his cock.
I give a tiny shake of my head, warning him against either action. Octavia isn’t ready for that.
She tugs my horns into her body hard, and I moan.
My tongue dips lower, licking up her wet pleasure that is dripping from her.
She tastes so fucking good. My tongue drops lower still and her body tenses as she squeaks.
Her hands pull up, just a tiny bit, so I give her bottom a quick swipe and I return to her external center.
She’s worked up, dripping and whimpering. I shift my weight as I worship her, letting one hand move from her hip, sliding and caressing. I let my nails drag and she humps her hips up, obviously enjoying it. I grin into her and keep working her.
My hand slides between her thighs. They have internal centers as well, and I want to see how she responds to it being stimulated. But I also want to feel how much training her body will need. I purposely slow my licking, not wanting her to finish before I enter her pussy.
My fingers find her and I roll them around in her slick before gently finding her entrance. I slide one finger inside her. Her hips buck as she tugs me down. Oh, she likes that. That’s good.
But her hot insides are tight around me. I bite down my concern as I find the internal spot. I rub it firmly and she arches, pulling me in again.
I slide back and insert a second finger cautiously. She again responds in pleasure. Hmm, perhaps they are more stretchy than we are.
I flick and work her clit as my two fingers rub her internal pleasure center in a slow, rhythmic motion.
My omega’s breathing hitches as she fucks my face. I purr, beyond pleased with her desire. But again, as I feel her cunt flutter and clench, I slow.
She whimpers piteously, denied the release she so obviously wants.
I slide a third finger into her tight flesh. Again, my aching little omega only responds with pleasure, hips rocking and hands tight on my horns.
At that, I relent. Tongue and fingers focused on the spots she likes, speed constant as I let her hump and guide my face. She quickly pants, body tense and she goes completely silent.
My eyes flick up as I keep my pace. Octavia’s eyes are closed and she’s biting her pretty lip hard as she releases, not a noise escaping her.
She breathes deeply, chest heaving as her body relaxes. She pulls my horns carefully, clearly sensitive after an orgasm.
I leave off my attention on her clit, instead kissing her thighs as I purr.
“What a good, perfect omega,” I say roughly. I rub slowly at her internal center, leaving all three of my fingers inserted. It’s a start, I think, again considering how much training her body will need. I’m much more concerned about her bottom hole adjusting than her cunt, after this.
“Will you stay still, wedari?” I ask gently. “I want to help your omega instincts awaken.”
“Wha—” she stops and clears her throat, “What does that mean?”
“I’m going to get some of my seed and rub it on your flesh. That is all,” I explain, my voice quiet in the cozy atmosphere that surrounds us.
“Oh. Um. Alright.”
My other hand dives into my pants, fingers sliding into my throbbing cunt. I thrust a few times, hitting my pleasure center, which causes my teeth to grit. I’m going the fuck the fuck outta these boys once I get Octavia to bed.
I pull my slick fingers out and look up. Octavia watches, her coffee-colored eyes watching me silently. I take my other fingers out of her pussy—to her soft sound of disappointment—and slip my coated fingers inside her, returning to working her hard.
“Oh!” she squirms. “Lux!” Her hips rock into my touch despite her worried tone.
“Oh, sweet girl, you can take it for me, can’t you?” I arch an eyebrow.
I hear Ati groan even over his purr.
I use my fingers, rubbing hard and fast. Octavia’s legs twitch hard. She slaps a hand over her whimpering mouth.
“Give it to me,” I snarl, my dominant side coming out before I can reel it in. I do not want to scare her.
But instead of fear, I see only lust.
“Atta girl,” I praise, turning to nip her thigh gently, teeth scraping her delicate flesh.
“Finish, Octavia,” I prompt, eyes locked with hers, “Finish in your alpha’s hand.”
Her eyes close as she pulls her lip between her teeth, hips rocking steadily onto my hand.
“Good, that’s it,” Ati mumbles.
Zee adds, “Yes, so perfect, omega.”
I merely purr and growl, eyes devouring her, memorizing her tells, her pleasure.
Protect. Teach. Love. Pleasure.