Chapter Fifteen
Octavia
Iawake the next morning and immediately grab my book from the Concord office.
The sight of Atiox’s cock had... well, it had done things to me.
But also, it looked very different from a human one.
I was too horny at the time to question it, and too shocked and sleepy after, but now I need to read up on what the hell is going on with their cocks.
When I had caught Lux fucking Ati in the playroom, his cock hadn’t really been visible. I got a glimpse of Lux’s strap-on but, I mean, on Earth they make unicorn horn strap-ons and stuff so I guess I didn’t clock it.
I had been a bit shocked that Ati had let Lux tie him up. He’s the head alpha, the aleron and all. But as I read the book, I see that even though she is considered the second, she is still in charge of ‘punishment’ for the pack. He seemed to be having a good enough time, I think as I blush.
I find a diagram. Perfect. I rotate the book.
Their cocks have lumps, knots, at the base for keeping their semen inside an omega, locking them together after sex.
I blink hard. Ohhhhhkay. The tips are blunt, like a horse-cock sex toy.
Jesus, it’s huge. That had been my initial reaction when Ati pulled that fucking monster out of his pants. Surely, Ziam is a similar size.
And I’m supposed to fit two of these in me at the same time? No fucking way, unless during my being zapped across the universe they replaced my undercarriage with silly putty.
I flip the page and there is a diagram of a female Celnoe sex organs.
Oh man, poor ladies, no clit. I read the caption.
Hmm, their internal pleasure center is on the back wall and is very, very sensitive, apparently.
Good to know. I stop to think about Lux’s small, high breasts and my urge to suck her nipples into hard peaks.
Fuck, I’m horny again. I frown, afraid my alphas might scent me and bust in like Ati did last night. I mean... that would be bad, right? Right? I argue with my pussy.
I hop up and head to the shower to jill off. Maybe that will dull the scent.
I hope not, my pussy argues. Let them come help, she whines.
Maybe there’s something to this omega business after all, I think as I bend to grab Ati’s discarded shirt, hoping his scent from last night will be enough pheromones for me.
“WOULD YOU LIKE TO COME foraging with me, Tavi?” Ziam asks with a smile on his stunning face.
“Foraging?” I ask as I put my plate in the sink.
“Yes, it means—”
“I know what it means,” I interrupt gently as I look up at the sky through the clear kitchen ceiling. “I just thought it would rain.”
Zee smiles, “It might later, but we’re nearing the end of the rainy season, so we should have some time today to get outside.”
“Oh, that’s great!” I blurt.
“What, sweet girl?” Lux asks in that husky voice of hers.
“I was starting to think this was a rain planet. I know you all said, when we were discussing the power outages that you had a sun season, but they say that in Seattle too,” I say, a bit sheepishly.
Atiox looks a bit confused but chuckles, “No, we have seasons. In fact, that’s why the power outages are so frustrating.
It’s only when we have consistent cloud cover that we have to rely on Figate’s capturing mechanisms for the planetary energy.
” I get a hint of his creamy scent and I struggle with a wave of desire.
“Wait...” I start, thinking. “What is the length of storage? I mean...” I trail off again, considering the method of shifting networks and if a program to predict peak usages might be useful.
The three alphas, my three alphas, watch me indulgently. I shake my head and turn back to Ziam. “Sure, yes, let’s get outside. I’d like to see some of your plants. I noticed you don’t have any in the house.”
He tilts his head. “Would you like some? Pack Traex has many, we can speak to them at the next market day.”
“Market day?” I blurt, grinning. An alien farmers’ market? This is getting better and better.
Atiox stands, a smile on his face as he steps towards me. He stops, hands out, right in front of me. “May I, baby?”
It’s clear he’s asking permission to touch me, and my heart melts at the kindness of the gesture. I nod, silent.
His arms cautiously circle me, and he presses me to his chest in a delicate hug. I bury my face in his pecs, inhaling his caramel-y scent. I feel him place a kiss on my head, and I smile. Turning my face, I look at Lux and Ziam.
“Group hug?” I ask sheepishly.
All three of them purr, like huge cats, and Lux snuggles against my side as Ziam presses himself against my back. The sugary-citrus scent of Lux is almost enough to make my mouth water, and Ziam’s pumpkin scent settles in wonderfully. I let my eyes close.
As soon as I do, I start to feel worked up.
Nope, not having another discussion on them scenting my pussy.
I wiggle gently, and they respond by letting me go, each kissing the top of my head as they do. I press my lips together to keep from smiling.
“Well,” Zee says happily, “Shall we?”
THE RIVER BURBLES MERRILY as it rounds the bend near the patch of forest we’re combing.
“Is the river... swimmable?” I ask, imagining a hot summer day and floating on a tube anchored somewhere while I drink something cold and fruity.
“It is,” Ziam answers, his eyes on the ground as we walk slowly, searching for the orange mushrooms that he’s described to me.
“That’s perfect,” I mutter as I squat down to get a closer look.
“Oh, stars,” Ziam bursts out.
I look up at him and his face is panicked.
“Do you have your inhaler? Do I need to run and get it for you?” He’s frantic, and it’s adorable.
I pat the pocket of my deep green dress. It has a simple, classic square neckline and hugs my curves in the right places before flaring out, drapey and lovely.
“No, I got it. Besides,” I offer, “I have intermittent, non-allergic asthma. Really cold air, stress, that type of thing.”
He frowns, “Sounds random, and thus unpredictable and concerning, Tavi.”
I chuckle. “Honestly, before I went to jail, it was pretty well managed.”
“I’ve seen you use your bronchodilator rescue medication several times since you’ve landed. Are you sure you won’t consider the surgery we mentioned? Our medics are very advanced compared to yours...” He trails off, letting it hang.
“Yeah, no, thank you. Lungs are rather important, and I’m not taking the chance that something could go wrong. I’ll be alright as long as I have my inhaler.”
He frowns yet again, but leaves it.
We pace slowly through the relatively open forest, parallel to the river. I hear animals chirping and chattering in the distance. It’s very idealistic, even if oddly blue, and I find myself humming. When I spot some mountain peaks in the distance, I almost forget about Earth entirely.
“Oh!” I yell, pointing at a tiny spot of bright orange.
“Great eye, wedari!” Ziam purrs, as we hurry to the patch.
He lifts some fallen leaves and reveals more of the mushroom things we’re after.
“These prancing fieldworts are only found during the rainy season. Fresh, they fry up wonderfully. I have some at home drying to use in dishes during the sun season.” He pulls out a small knife to cut them and tucks them into his apron as I look around at the sun.
.. um, a sun, I guess, not the sun-light streaming down through the leaves.
I smile down at him and hold my hand out. He grins, his blue eyes sparkling and he laces our fingers together as he stands.
We walk on a bit, searching.
“Is that...” I trail off as I squat down, brushing my hand over the small plant covering this part of the uneven forest floor. It’s soft and squishy, a pretty yellow color. “Moss?”
“This word does not translate,” Ziam says quietly. “But let us sit. This buttercress is a perfect place to rest a bit.”
I smile and sink down, settling myself in a little moss-buttercress covered groove between the glohas roots. Ziam has already drilled the knowledge of what a glohas tree looks like into me.
I look up, and through the boughs, I see a moon. A pink moon. I gasp in wonder.
Ziam blinks at me, smiling. “Are your moons not visible sometimes during the day?”
I look at him. “Plural? We only have one. But yes, we could see it in the daytime sometimes.” I add, “It’s grey, not pink.”
“That is Iorura, our second moon. He follows Iofane through the sky, keeping her safe,” Ziam tells me, a gentle look on his face. “He is an alpha to Iofane’s omega.”
“I thought one of you mentioned a moon goddess?”
“Zatura. Yes, she is represented by Iofane.”
“Wait,” I say, confused, “Your most powerful goddess is an omega?”
Ziam gives me a look, lips pursed. “Of course. Are you under the impression that omegas are weak? That omegas are...” he waves his hand, “I don’t know, the least important in our society?
” He shakes his head firmly, horns tilted towards me.
“What a silly notion, wedari. Omegas are the life givers. The centers of our homes, our lives. We would die for them. Of course they hold more power than alphas.”
I smile at him as I consider it. “I suppose I can see that,” I say softly as my eyes rove over his body.
He had taken off his apron and hung it from a branch before sitting, so he’s in his linen-looking trousers and a loose shirt, sleeves rolled up, his dark blue hair a bit mussed and a lovely contrast to his pastel skin.
Suddenly, my mind is deep in the gutter as I stare at his forearms and the prominent veins there. I always loved a man’s forearms. And the veins always make me think...
A low purr, topped with a masculine chuckle emerges from Ziam. “Sweetheart, I am so pleased that you enjoy how I look.”
My eyes snap to his face as I feel myself blush. Shit. This goddamn smelling my wet pussy nonsense is getting real old.