Chapter Sixteen
Lux
I’m staring out the front window, frowning. Where are they?
“They’re fine, love. Come help me muddle through in the kitchen,” Ati calls.
I smile despite my worry. “Alright,” I sigh exaggeratedly, “Since you are such a disaster with that kind of thing.”
I cross to the kitchen. Atiox has an apron on his body, but no shirt, meaning his gold nipple rings peak out now and then. He’s a gorgeous male, and he knows it. I shake my head.
“What are you making?” I ask.
“A dip. And I’m toasting some bread.”
“Uh huh,” I respond as my eyes take in the platter with a pitcher of obis wine and glasses. “Dinner in the library?”
“Correct,” he grins, crossing to me and kissing me roughly, his tongue teasing my lips.
“Sounds lovely,” I praise, as I add more sharproot powder to the mix of tristl seeds.
JUST AS I PLATE THE bread, the front door opens. Both Atiox and I immediately head that direction to greet our packmates.
Looking like a pair of drowned cats, Octavia and Ziam stand in the entry. I shake my head as Ati curses and heads to grab towels. I step to Octavia as I tut. “You’re soaked, wedari. You need to dry off.”
Ziam smiles at us both and leans in to kiss me. As he does, despite the rain, I scent our omega on his lips.
I arch an eyebrow silently. He purses his lips, probably not wanting to embarrass her, given that she seems rather sensitive to such things still. She’ll get used to us discussing her pussy and whether it’s been taken care of soon enough.
I bend down and grab the hem of Octavia’s soaked dress.
I pause, looking at her. Her deep brown eyes meet mine, and while she looks a bit nervous, she doesn’t pull away.
I lift her dress slowly, exposing her thick, pale thighs that I’m dying to lick and kiss, her soft belly, the ‘bra’ that their women often wear over their heavy breasts.
I realize I’m purring in appreciation of her body.
Up, over her head it comes. And of course, Atiox is there to wrap her in a large towel, pulling her to his chest. She grins up at him, at ease in his arms.
I rub her arms over the towel, seeking to warm her. I lean in, letting my lips touch her neck. She shivers and presses back into me.
“Oh, wedari,” I breathe, “We have lots we need to discuss.” I kiss her shoulder, and she leans harder into me.
I nip her with my teeth, to a tiny sound of pleasure.
“Did you read about mate bites?” I ask softly.
Ati makes a noise of nervousness. But I have thought this conversation through in my head. And our last conversation on things went well so I am hopeful this one will too.
“Yes, a bit,” she says breathily.
“Good. And how do you feel about that? Do you have any questions we can answer?”
“I...” she pauses as my tongue drags up her neck. “Fuck. It sounds like... I need to give consent before... before my heat?”
“That’s right, wedari,” Ziam purrs, as he wraps a towel around his nude body. “We want you in your right mind when you decide to bond to us.”
“But I am bonded. I’m here, I signed the contract?”
Ati lets out a growl. “Those are newer. For many flows, Celnoe have bonded their lives together, using the mating marks, not contracts. It will hurt, at first, but it will feel good too. It heals a silver color on our flesh. We call them Zatura’s marks, on an alpha.
We will be proud to carry your mark, Octavia. ”
She nods. “Alright. Yes.”
The three of us purr louder. “Now, sweet girl,” I whisper, “we must speak to your training.”
I graze my hands down her bare arms, and tiny lumps arise. I pause, eyes upon them.
“Goosebumps. She is cold or reacting to a gentle touch,” Zee explains quietly as he steps into her body, bare chest on display. “Are you doing alright, Octavia?” he asks gently.
She nods. “I read a bit about training and... I don’t know...”
Ati smiles, “Little omega, I was told both the other human omegas felt the same, but adjusted well.”
“Indeed,” I add, “More importantly, I’d rather prepare your body than have... things be forced later, when you need our cocks.”
She nods slowly, nervousness clear.
“May I take you to the playroom, and start the process, omega? We’ll go alone, and return to a rainy afternoon of cuddles in front of the fire.”
“All... alright,” she whispers.
I take her hand without another word and lead her to the stairs. She silently trails me and when I get to the playroom, I open the door.
“Come, wedari,” I say firmly.
She steps inside and turns, looking at the space: the bench, the restraints from the wall, the swing, the large cabinet.
Shutting the door, I turn to her. “I am going to start preparing your bottom hole, for during your heat, you will hurt, ache, beg, to be filled everywhere. I do not wish you harmed, so your training must start.
Tavi blushes but swallows and gives a curt nod. I cross to her and take her in my arms. “It’s just us, sweet girl. Let me prepare your body.” I kiss her gently. “Over the bench, my wedari.”
I take her hands and lead her to it. She eyes it, her face nervous but also there is a hint of something else there.
“Knees here,” I direct, as I gently help her arrange herself.
“There’s a good girl,” I purr. I adjust some things on the bench, making it fit her size better. I turn on the vibration plate I had added as soon as I read about humans’ external pleasure centers.
“Oh, Jesus,” she curses, hips shifting back.
“None of that, now,” I reprimand gently, “Or you’ll get strapped down, omega,” I inform her as I push on her ass, pressing her cunt back against the plate.
“But... I’ll cum,” she whines.
“That is what I want.”
“Oh,” she whispers, readjusting herself.
I grab the lubricant that is needed for anal insertions with humans. I coat my fingers. While I do indeed need to ease her into this, I need to do it fast. I am starting to worry that her heat is imminent.
I slip one wet finger into her puckered little hole. She squeaks as her internal muscle resists.
“Open up for your ebondenn,” I purr, sliding my finger back and forth. I quickly add a second slick finger into her hot gripping hole.
“Ohh,” she whimpers.
“Just lean into that pad, sweet girl, and let this happen.” I thrust my fingers in and out, forcing her muscles to accept it.
She nods, silent, thighs spreading a bit as she leans into the bench.
I use my other hand to rub up and down her hip and thigh, as I speed up my finger-fucking of her bottom.
When her little gasps and sighs drop to nothing, I know she is close to achieving release.
I use my other hand to grab the third smallest of the anal trainers.
Yes, it is a big jump, and yes, I know she is going to struggle a bit, but if I don’t do this, she will be in more pain later.
I remove my fingers and add more lubricant to her body. I watch the viscous, clear liquid drip over her ass, to her also-dripping cunt. “Deep breath, wedari,” I whisper. She obeys. “Now let it out,” I direct.
As she does, I press the trainer into her firmly. Her inner muscles fight, most likely without her intent so I keep pressure.
She squeals.
“Lean into the pad,” I direct, “This will happen, omega.” I grit my teeth.
It pops inside her, to her cry.
“Good girl, good girl, Octavia.” I praise. “Cum. Cum, sweet girl.”
I place my other hand on top of her ass, pressing her body downward, encouraging her to chase the release despite her spasming bottom. I hold the trainer just inside her hole, just past the ring, and wait.
“Lux!” she whimpers, “I can’t!”
“Yes, you can, my gorgeous omega,” I purr loudly. I rotate the toy, trying to get her muscles to accept the large intrusion.
“Cum now, little one. My wedari, doing so well to take such a big cock in her ass,” I purr.
Quite suddenly, Tavi’s noises drop off again. Oh, hmm, does she like naughty talk? Or does she like some of her control removed? I like both options, I decide.
“Cum like the needy, wet little omega that you are, sweet girl. Cum while I train your ass, like it or not.”
Sure enough, she explodes, hips thrusting down against the bench frantically as she silently releases.
“That’s it. So good. Good omega,” I rumble.
And when her little body relaxes in that perfect moment after orgasm, I swiftly insert the rest of the trainer.
It’s shaped like a Celnoe cock, just smaller, but that still means a swelling at the base, like a knot.
It’s well-lubricated and I’m fast, so it opens her body before she has time to truly register.
“Oh!” she cries out, but at that point, her stretched little hole is slowly contracting around the neck of the trainer, which is the same width as the main section.
“So fucking good for me, wedari,” I praise, pushing her hips down against the pad. “Keep grinding, omega, it’ll help.”
Unfortunately for her, I am indeed a strict ebondenn. I do not intend to let her release again just yet.
But I don’t intend to let her know that until she’s right on the edge.
I CARRY TAVI DOWN THE stairs, as she whimpers in need. Both Ati and Ziam jump to their feet, instincts kicking in about our needy little omega.
“She needs to wait for a release,” I tell them firmly as I settle her on the deep couch. I pull a blanket over her nude, lax body as her eyes open.
I smile down at her and give her a quick kiss on the forehead. Ziam approaches with the obis ‘wine’ as the other human omegas call it. Ati has piled several books and a pair of translator glasses next to her.
She wiggles, trying to get comfortable, then happily picks up the glasses. She leans into Ati’s body as he sits next to her and kisses his cheek.
Purrs erupt from us, and she giggles.
“Wine, snackies, books, fireplace, rain and a view of a river. Oh, and more orgasms later.” She pins me with a look. “What more could an omega ask for?”
We all grin like fools as she settles the translator glasses on her nose and looks over the books.