Chapter 4 Tristan
It's so bright when I open my eyes again. I'm lying on some kind of cold, metal table. Looking around it looks kind of like a hospital room with the white walls and medical equipment. There's a bunch of monitors and other equipment that look more like they belong in a lab.
I push myself into a sitting position, turning so that my legs are hanging off the side of the cot.
Ugh, my thigh hurts. I look at it, it's been stitched closed.
I'm also hooked up to some kind of I.V. And naked.
I'm totally naked. And my ass is a bit sore.
Fuck, it wasn't a dream, was it? I really did crash and then get fucked in the woods by some kind of alien.
He did say something about his lab. I guess that must be where I am.
"You're already awake?" That deep, raspy voice fills the air around me. I look around and spot him sitting at a computer on the other side of the room. He's in a lab coat now. It has sleeves for his four tentacles.
"I don't sleep much." My heart is pounding. How is this real? Did I really let a strange alien fuck me senseless in the forest? Fuck!
"I know. Your test results show high levels of stress and poor sleep. And dehydration." He gestures at the I.V. "It's saline and antibiotics, if you were wondering."
"Just saline and antibiotics?" I thought there would be something shady in it. I mean there might be, and he's just not telling me. But it doesn't feel like it.
"Yes, generally no one likes merchandise that's been tainted with too many unnecessary drugs." He says it like it's an obvious thing.
I feel my blood go cold. "So you are planning on selling me? What for?"
He pushes his white hair back behind his horns, his yellow eyes boring into me.
"I was. My species struggles to reproduce.
Our evolution split us into three main categories, alphas, betas, and omegas.
For us to reproduce requires an alpha and an omega.
Very occasionally, a beta can carry the child of an alpha, but that's a very rare occurrence. "
I frown at him. I have no idea why he's telling me this, or what it has to do with my question. "Okay?"
"Then there was a plague. It targeted our omegas. It moved too quickly and was too deadly for us to to be able to save them. It left us essentially unable to reproduce except for the rare occasions a beta could carry."
Hang on, didn't he call me 'omega' earlier? I'm sure he did.
"So we began trying to turn some alphas and betas into omegas.
We couldn't get it to work. Our DNA is too stable and rigid.
At least the parts relevant to reproduction.
Then more species started space exploration and contacting one another.
We scanned different peoples, trying to find anyone who might be viable to turn into omegas to keep our species from going extinct. "
This all sounds super shady.
"We found good candidates, but humans… you're so malleable.
We tried on both males and females of your species.
Anatomically, females were easier since they already have a uterus.
It was a great success, we could turn human females into omegas through our modified venom and reproduce again.
While our venom works to turn males into omegas, we couldn't get uterus implantation to work properly, so you couldn't carry for an alpha.
Then, of course, the Treaty planets found out, and put a stop to all that and restricted all travel to or from Tenelor. " He sighs and crosses his arms.
"So… how did you not go extinct?"
He laughs. Even now it's a sound that's too close to an animal's growl. "Science has come a long way. We can recombine the DNA of two alphas, two betas, or a beta and an alpha, and grow the embryo in a special incubator. We don't need omegas for reproduction anymore."
"Then why keep turning humans in omegas?" If they don't need omegas anymore, then what's the point of turning me, or anyone, into one? Or selling one?
"Sex is better with an omega, and especially a matched omega. So any humans who inadvertently end up in our hands get turned into omegas and sold to their match." His face stretches into a wide, manic smile.
"So you turn us into sex slaves?" I give him my sternest expression, but I feel like I'm going to throw up. Of all the planets to crash on... If I ever get the chance, I'm going to fucking kill George Alan for this.
The alien laughs again and stands from his chair. He saunters over and forces my head up with one of his cold, slimy tentacles. "Don't worry, none of the omegas feel the need to resist for very long."
Heat flares in my core. Fuck, is this what he's talking about? Whatever being turned into an omega means, it also means that my body just wants to be fucked? I can't tell if it's terrifying or infuriating. Probably both. "You said you were going to sell me? What changed?"
He backs off and crosses his arms again. "I found the alpha you're matched with." He steps aside and gestures at his computer screen.
The flashing words at the top say 'MATCH FOUND' and there are two names under that. My full name, and then a 'Varn'lac Noramselin'. Thank fuck the translator implants work for writing too.
"Who's that?" I assume his rival or something.
"Me."
I look back to him. "What are the odds?"
"Do you want the math?"
"I'm an engineer, what do you think?"
He chuckles and his smile softens a bit.
He grabs a tablet off of one of the tables and hands it to me.
There's a whole bunch of statistics. Clicking them opens the calculations behind them and what the numbers represent—it's the definition of showing your work.
Excellent. Oh, and the odds of me being matched with him, with all variables accounted for, are one in four-point-two billion.
"Why are your odds so much lower than everyone else's?" I ask as I open files on other aliens, or Thallan alphas, I guess, and their match chance. Most are a decent bit higher than his. None have a very high chance of being matched with any single omega, though. Statistics are wild.
"My DNA is a bit unusual. I am an alpha, but there was a glitch in the incubator while I was an embryo and it messed a bit with parts of my physiology.
The pheromones I produce are little bit off because of it, making it more difficult to find an omega who could match with me.
But, you being my match explains how you went immediately into heat, and why your body was so quick to start producing slick. "
I open a file with some data on human-omegas. "Hm, based on these studies, that's little more than a hypothesis."
He closes the distance between us, leaning against the cot between my legs and towering over me. "Volunteering as test subject?"
My heart stops. Or that's what it feels like. I swallow hard, but I still can't summon any words. I can't even tear my eyes away from him, completely trapped and frozen by his sheer presence this close. The heat in my core intensifies even though the rest of me feels more frozen in fear.
"I can't sell you, so you might as well be profitable to me some other way." He pulls open his lab coat then grabs my legs and lifts, making my back hit the metal cot.
"Oof…" I grunt.
"You can contribute to my research into human-omegas.
It'll be easier to do hands-on testing with my own matched omega.
" His slimy tentacles wind around my body, pinning my hands above my head, latching all over my torso, and holding my legs up.
My ass is completely exposed and on display for him in this position.
I feel a rush of that hot fluid. Slick, I guess.
He pulls off his pants and gets a hold of my hips. He presses his upper, barbed and ridged cock to my hole. My breath catches. "W-wait—"
I'm cut off by my own strangled scream as he shoves his thick cock into me. It's too much so suddenly. I can't breathe. He's so deep. My body wasn't at all ready for it. I wasn't at all ready for it. The barbs and ridges feel like points of fire inside me.
"What a cute face, little omega. Makes me want to split you in half." His voice has already dropped into little more than a growl. His grip on my hips tightens and he thrusts hard into me. I'm feeling those barbs and ridges more and more, sending shocks and heat through my whole body.
"P-please…" I beg. "S-slow down… I can't…" It's too much.
He lets out a low feral sound. I can't tell if it's a growl or a laugh, but his speed picks up, hitting deeper inside me. "You don't decide the pace, little omega."
"Fuck…" I can feel more slick leaking out of me and down my ass. Fuck, it's really starting to feel good. He's completely stirring up my insides, and I want him to do it more. Shit, it shouldn't feel this good, especially not this quickly.
"Enjoying it already, my little omega?" He leans in hard and my head spins.
I can't reply. I can't speak at all anymore. It's too hard to even breathe.
"Good, then let's see how much you can take." I don't like the sound of that. This is already too much.
He pulls most of the way out. I can feel the barbs hooking into me just near my entrance. It should hurt, but it doesn't really, just makes me dizzy with want. I feel the head of his lower cock pressing against my entrance. He can't be serious. They're not both going to fit!
He slams fully back into me. For a second I'm almost convinced he's actually split me in half and it's killed me. My vision clears a bit, and no, I'm still in one piece, somehow. I'm too full. It's way too much. If he moves I'm going to break.
He lets out a low, feral growl. "Oh, you take me so well." He runs a hand over my stomach where his cocks are pressing from the inside. The feeling sends me right over the edge a lot harder than I have before. He laughs.
He gives one hard thrust and I'm seeing stars. One of his tentacles presses into my mouth. I work my tongue over its textured surface, that odd sweetness filling my mouth. Fuck, I'm already feeling way to good. I want him to keep thrusting, keep rearranging my insides.
"Hm, that face. You're more desperate for me to ruin you than you want to admit, aren't you?"
I'm suddenly very glad for the tentacle down my throat. If it weren't, I'd be begging him to fuck me senseless at this point. And I'm not sure I could live that down.
He presses down on my stomach and starts ramming into me hard. My vision is blurring, but fuck it feels good. They way his hand is pressing down on me is making me feel even more of his ridiculous cocks. Every ridge, bump, and barb is making my head fill with more and more cotton.
"I'm going to knot you," he growls.
'Knot?' I don't have to wonder for long.
He slams in deep. I can feel his hips pressed against my ass.
At the base of his cocks, just inside me, right where his cocks split, something hard swells.
It keeps swelling. Fuck, it's bigger than his combined cocks by the time it stops.
I can feel a rush of slick, but it can't leak out with that knot completely plugging my hole.
He's coming too. There's so much. Everything feels so full, and so sensitive, and so good, that I barely notice that I'm coming again.
He leans over me, bracing his hands on either side of me and breathing hard.
He glances to the side and grabs the tablet that's still lying on the cot next to me.
He starts typing something into it. Has he just forgotten the tentacle in my mouth?
By his expression, he's at least still aware that his cocks are in me.
I don't know how long his knot is going to stay swollen, but there's no way he'll be able to safely pull it out until it goes down.
He looks down at me and pulls his tentacle out of my mouth. His expression is a lot more clinical now. "How does it feel?"
I can still barely breathe. "Which part?"
"Being railed by your alpha, and knotted."
I groan. I don't really want to answer. "Release my hands and hand me the tablet, it'll be quicker."
All four of his eyes narrow at me. His corkscrew cock suddenly starts coiling and uncoiling inside me.
"Oh fuck… that's just mean…" Everything is so sensitive that him doing that sends another rush of slick.
"I'm just reminding you who's in charge." His pointed smile stretches too wide. He stops coiling and uncoiling inside me. "Now then, answer the question."
Fuck. "Simpler questions. I can't…"
"Oh?" His eyes widen a bit. "Does being bred and knotted make it hard to think? I thought you were smart."
"Fuck… you…" I take as deep breath as I can manage. "I am smart. But the… this is overwhelming."
"Hm." He types something onto his tablet.
"I guess I can safely assume you've never been fucked in the ass before, much less knotted yourself." It's getting a little easier to breathe. Is my body already adjusting to how damn stuffed I am?
"Thallan alphas never bottom." He says it so matter-of-factly, I guess it must be cultural. Or it has to do with their alpha, beta, and omega structure and physiology. Or does he not have an asshole?
"You look curious." Varn'lac frowns at me.
"Do you have an asshole?"
He blinks at me. All four eyes blinking slowly and independently of one another. He opens his mouth and closes it again like he's considering the question. "I think my translator malfunctioned."
"Is it more, like, a cloaca? Or—" I try to sit up a bit to get a better look at the base of his cocks to see if it's like the cloaca vent that male snakes have, but the knot and two oversized cocks send me back down onto the cot.
"You shouldn't move too much while you're knotted." He puts a hand over my chest, making sure I don't move again.
"Yeah, getting that."
"To answer your question, yes we do have anuses."
"You have multiple?"
He growls and shakes his head. "You're being a pest on purpose, aren't you?"