Chapter Seven #3
The purrs increase and my eyes settle on Inken.
She grins, looking a bit feral and tugs her shirt off over her head, deftly avoiding her horns.
Her skin is that incredible smokey blue, and she has tiny, fabulous tits.
Her nipples are a dark blue and I itch to cup one.
She drops her trousers and I blink. Her pussy is bare.
Does she shave? Seems an oddly human thing.
I look to Azane. Her cunt is also hairless. Natural, then. My eyes drag up and down her and my cock stands at attention.
I had expected to bottom for a pack of male alphas. But I’ve dated both men and women back on Earth. I’m quite sure I can rise to the occasion of having female alphas.
Zilas’s hand touches my face softly, and I turn to him.
He’s nude. No hair is visible on his body either. But holy fuck, his cock. It’s huge. My eyebrows raise without intent. He’s easily twice my size. Something flutters inside me.
“Alright, kitten,” Inken purrs, “time for me to inspect you.”
Her hand fists in the blanket at the same moment my brain fizzles. They have a word that translates as kitten? What the hell? Space cats?
She tugs the blanket off and climbs next to me.
“Ohhh,” she rumbles, her fingers curling my sparse chest hair. “So cute, this red fur.”
“Look at his groin, more there,” Azane says quietly.
“Mmm,” Inken’s hand wraps around my hard cock. “So fucking cute.”
I wonder if she’s talking about my red bush or my cock and my stomach swoops again.
“When was the last time you achieved release, omega?” she asks.
I blink, processing.
“Um, I jerked off this morning.”
Another sound from her. “I want my omega dripping and whining, ready to hump my leg at any given moment.”
My face heats.
Azane interrupts, “Wedari, I want to let you know something. It was, of course, in the paperwork as a possibility. But we want you to know that it is more than that, to our pack. It’s our goal.”
I nod, not quite understanding, but willing to hear anything my alpha wants to tell me.
She takes a deep breath, her purple, textured horns tilting. “We want a kit. A babe. As soon as possible. Ink and I have dreamed of it for revolutions.”
My eyes widen. Okay.
Again, I nod silently.
“Um, alright. A family sounds nice.” It does, in fact.
I might have chosen a bit more time to adjust, but no one gets pregnant the first try, right?
I continue, “So... which of you wants to carry the baby?”
Inken turns her head, looking at Azane and Zilas. “I don’t understand, omega.”
Trying again, I make a motion between them, “Who am I impregnating?”
Silence.
It’s Zilas’s laugh that cuts the thick tension. It’s high and clear and makes me smile in response.
“No, no, Tristan,” he chuckles, “you misunderstand.”
Azane grins, “It’s you who’ll carry our young, omega.”
My ears ring. Surely I didn't hear that right?
“I’m going to get you pregnant, Tristan,” Zilas grins, his hand sliding down my thigh. “Preferably more than once, cutie.”
His large hand feels incredible as it slides across my leg.
“But... I’m a male,” I protest weakly as my eyes close.
Inken’s smaller hand lands on my chest again. “You’re an omega. And we had specified that we wanted to make sure our omega was fertile before you arrived. They surely did the—common—awakening procedure.”
I recall the uncomfortable filling sensation and my legs up in stirrups as I dozed in and out.
Oh fuck. Ohhhhh fuck.
“Now, kitten,” Ink continues, “I’m going to cage you. I believe, based on your paperwork, that you will respond well to denial. You’ll learn to behave, and how you’re allowed to release, while caged. We’ll talk about allowing this adorable little cock out later. But we need that little cock soft.”
I whimper, excited, for that must mean I’m going to get off. Their scent, raspberry for Zilas, a sugary scent from Azane, and a fresh mint from Ink, must be getting me extra horny.
But I watch Ink dig something from a drawer.
She emerges with something the size and shape of a pen.
Her gray-blue hand curls around my cock and I bite my lip as I try to be still.
She lines the tip up against my slit. She chuckles as it slides in my pre-cum that is dripping steadily.
“Just a little nip, omega, be brave,” she says.
At that, a sharp zap of electricity jolts through the center of my cock.
I yelp, pulling away from her and that device even as my cock deflates.
I squeeze my eyes closed as I whimper and swiftly my cock pressed into something.
My eyes snap open as a flexible band of some type is pulled over my balls.
A bit of gentle tugging and squishing to get my dick into the cylinder of what seems like a metal cage and the ball strap tightens.
I gasp, looking down again at my—shocked and tingling—caged cock.
I’d seen something similar in porn, but I’d never expected to experience it. My eyes fly to Ink and she has a dangerous grin on her face.
“Good omega, so pliant and sweet. Now, get on your hands and knees.”
I hesitate, mostly from shock—literal and physical—and the ache in my balls.
She growls, the sound diving through me. “If a cage to keep you in line doesn’t work, fierce edging and total denial for a turn or three probably will.”
I practically jump to my knees, ass out.
Her fingers go right to my ass and I sense more than see or hear Azane close in.
Another hand touches me, this one cupping my now restricted balls. “How long do you intend to keep him locked?”
Something cool and hard but small is inserted into my ass. I bite my lip.
Zilas rubs my hip. “Long lasting lubrication, omega.” A tiny chuckle. “You’ll need it.”
Something wet is dripped between my cheeks. I whine, arching my back.
A laugh from Azane, “My sweet, slutty, little omega.” She gives my balls a gentle tug and drops them.
“Zilas, let me know when he starts to make a mess.”
My cheeks heat. Unexpectedly, something hard presses to my ass and is pushed in. My asshole opens slowly, reluctant to admit the thing. I groan, hips rocking forward to escape the intrusion.
“Come now, omega, this is no bigger than a human cock,” Ink says firmly, “I expect better, more compliant, and willing behavior from my omega.”
I pant, trying to get my body to relax. “Never had one of those,” I manage.
The toy pops in and a loud groan escapes me.
“He’s dripping,” Zilas says, pleased.
Azane’s hand strokes my thigh as her tail curls up and touches my cage. “You’ve never been fucked here?” She asks, sounding astounded as she slides the toy in and out a bit.
“No,” I pant, face to the mattress. “I only dated one man, and he wasn’t interested in topping so...” I trail off as Ink presses on the base of the toy.
“Ohh,” Zilas says, hand cupping under my cock. “What a messy boy you are, cutie.” He brings his hand to my face. “Clean it,” he orders evenly.
I’ve never tasted my own jizz before. But the combined scents of them, fruity and sweet, the ache in my caged cock, the toy in my ass... my tongue laps out obediently, cleaning my mess in his blue palm.
I’ve always been a bit of a switch, so this easy drop into full, raw, true submission is shocking. I guess it is what it is though, because my body doesn’t seem to mind at all.
“Well,” Azane says kindly, “You’ll have three cocks to take very soon.”
My body freezes. Who? Who besides my pack? Who are they allowing to touch me? I shiver, fear hitting.
Purrs erupt as hands land on my body. “Easy, omega. What are you afraid of? Being fucked? We’ll make sure you enjoy it, don’t worry wedari.”
“No.” I get out. “Who... three...” I trail off, not sure how to ask.
Gentle laughs.
“The only cocks you’ll ever know are ours,” Ink growls out.
Someone taps the toy in my ass, earning a squeal from me.
“I don’t want to hurt your little body, omega, so I want you to watch as the rest of your pack plays. Learn from how we touch each other. Enjoy the sights and sounds of us. But do not attempt to touch this little dick. It’s mine and Ink’s now. Not yours. Understand?”
I nod frantically, turned on more than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
My cock swells painfully against my cage and I whimper.
“If you’re very good,” Ink whispers in my ear, “I might let you hump a pillow until you mess while I up the size of your trainer.” She leans in and kisses me, pressing her tongue into my mouth.
It takes me a moment to realize that she’s caressing both sides of my tongue at the same time. Her tongue is split. Holy shit.
“Turn, omega, lay back in the pillows. Keep your legs spread and your body uncovered though, lest you try to be a brat and achieve unallowed release,” Azane purrs, her voice sounding sweet and happy with me. “I intend for you to be getting fucked regularly by all three of us, once your heat hits.”