Chapter Eight
Inken
“Take it,” I growl roughly, my mechacock rubbing up and down Zilas’ ass. I’d already learned he enjoys a hard fucking.
I feed his grasping asshole my entire cock in one thrust.
Tristan’s eyes he watched the mechacock attach to my body had been something else.
The large internal portion formed a seal around my internal pleasure center.
My nerve endings tethered, creating the illusion of sensation throughout the cock.
Mine was exactly as a male alpha’s: a blunt rounded tip, thick all the way down, a bulge near the base that will inflate for knotting an omega.
While I’ve shoved my knot in both Azane and now Zilas, the mechacocks are biodesigned; they only inflate for an omega, the same as a male alpha’s knot. I pull my hips back and start to rail Zilas. His back arches prettily as I use his hole for my pleasure.
“Oh please, alpha,” he begs, the best obedient beta I could have ever imagined, “Please release for me. Use my body to feel good.”
“Don’t worry, Zilas,” I growl, my body slapping against his thighs, “I am, my good boy.”
I quickly approach the edge, and I catch a whiff of Tristan. His dark, gooey scent invades my nostrils. Zatura, I want him too. I want both my good boys bent like this, little assholes glistening and ready.
I wrap my tail around Zilas’s cock as I fall off the edge.
“Ebondenn, please,” he whimpers as his hips rock.
“Make a mess, beta,” I snarl, riding him hard and tight as I let my orgasm roll into a second.
He twitches and moans, cock jerking in my tail as I pound him.
I slow my thrusts, and he leans down on the flat of his arms, panting. I look at Tristan, whose huge green eyes are wide in shock. I smirk at him as I methodically work my cock in and out of Zilas.
“Azane, love,” I purr, “Come get up this needy, wet ass and show our omega how well-behaved pack members are treated.”
Zilas makes a happy noise and wiggles his bottom even as Azane crawls over, hand on her cock.
“Tell me what you want, beta,” she purrs, kneeling next to me as I pop merely the head of my fat cock in and out of Zilas.
“Your pleasure, alpha.”
The best beta, I swear to Goddess.
“Will me pounding your ass please you?” she questions.
“If it makes you finish, yes, alpha.”
I move back, and Azane spears Zilas smoothly. He groans, rocking, ready, open.
I crawl to Tristan, who smells good enough to eat right now.
“I read,” I say conversationally, “that humans’ bottom secretions may carry bacteria and microorganisms and we must clean ourselves after using your pretty little hole. That’s not the case for Celnoe, I’d like you to understand.”
His odd green eyes meet mine and he nods. My eyes drop to his groin. His cock cage is appropriately tight. I had not believed it when the sexual needs clerk had handed it to me, seeming entirely too small. I place a hand on it and he whines, hips thrusting in the cutest way.
I laugh. “Oh, omega, it’s going to hurt much more before it gets better.” I lace my fingers in his red curls. I remove my hand and gently pull off the seeing pieces he wears.
“Now, suck my cock,” I command as I press his head to the mechacock.
“But—”
He takes it though, mouth stretching wide. I shove him down again, the scent of him, and my love, Azane, and our new pack member Zilas putting me on edge. I need to get off again. My pussy aches and I thrust my dick into Tristan’s throat harder.
Fuck, I can’t wait to knot him. We should knot his mouth first, my reading indicated. Help awaken his omega instincts. Hopefully soon, for I am dying for this little human.
His pretty red head bobs as he works my cock.
I place a hand on the back of his head to hold him still as I thrust. His caged dick twitches and leaks.
I lean down, running a finger over it. He moans deeply around my cock and I shiver from the vibration.
I scoop up some of his lubrication and bring it to my mouth.
He tastes like he smells: rich and decadent.
I look to Azane as I hear Zilas cry out. I pull Tristan’s head up gently. “Watch our beta, kitten. This is how good boys are allowed to release.”
Azane’s slender hips work hard behind Zilas, her eyes closed in pleasure. She begins to moan, getting close. I grin, and wiggle my body, reminding Tristan of my cockhead in his mouth that he’s rather ignoring. He starts to suckle again, eyes locked on our pack mates.
“Oh fuck, that’s good, omega,” I whisper, the sensations translated directly to my pleasure center, “My head is so fucking sensitive, I’m gonna shoot in your mouth.”
“Please, please, alpha,” Zilas begs, bouncing his body back on Azane’s cock. “Finish for me?”
“Yes,” Azane growls, back arching as she tenses. Her orgasm is long and her breath stilted.
She bends over Zilas, kissing his back. “Use my cock until you release all over the nest, sweetheart,” she murmurs.
Zilas’s berry scent hits my nostrils and I grab Tristan’s head, shoving it down. “Drink my pleasure, omega,” I snarl before I groan out a hard orgasm, my muscles tight and pussy throbbing in relief.
I hear Zilas finish, and Tristan startles on my cock, trying to pull back.
“No,” I snarl, holding his head. “Swallow.”
He does, luckily for him, and I gently raise his head. His watery eyes meet mine. “I was just surprised, alpha,” he says roughly. He clears his throat.
I tilt my head. “Do your women not produce liquid?”
“They do, just not like that. Not when wearing a strap.”
“A strap?” Azane asks from where she lays curled around Zilas.
Tristan gestures. “What we call those. But... yours are much more advanced. Nerve endings and jizz and all that.”
The three of us chuckle.
“Nor that large,” Tristan adds.
“No larger than an alpha male,” I say flatly.
Azane stretches. “Are you going to up his trainer?” She slips out of bed and opens the woodstove door, tossing in some fragrant milkousa leaves.
“Yes. I want to fuck him as soon as possible,” I answer, then direct Tristan, “Hands and knees, kitten.”
He obeys easily and I run my nails up his thigh. “Open that cute little asshole up for me,” I purr as I smoothly tug the trainer out. He squeals, body tensing.
I growl.
“Please alpha, I need to cum,” he begs sweetly.
“Their word for releasing,” Azane murmurs to Zilas.
A chuckle slips out as I add lubrication to the next size trainer. Larger than a human dick, but still much smaller than mine. “I don’t know, omega, your behavior...” I trail off to his pitiful moan.
“Oh, Ink,” Azane admonishes, “It’s his first day. Be a sweet ebondenn. Show him how much he’ll love obeying. Besides,” she crawls into the nest, laying on her belly near his dick. “I want to watch.”
I chuckle. “For you, baby, anything.” I press the tip to Tristan’s asshole. “Relax this little hole of ours. I’ll fuck you with this trainer and if you can release from that, I will allow it.”
He nods frantically into the bed, having dropped low on his arms. “Yes alpha. Thank you alpha.”
I press hard, popping the head in. But, given this is still a small trainer, I quickly slide the entire length into him. He squeals.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he mumbles.
“Already going to make a mess?” I ask, as I pull the trainer out, watching his little hole close before I shove it back in.
He squeaks again and answers, “No, not yet, alpha.”
“Of course my omega needs his ass pounded to finish,” I purr.
“He’s making such a mess though,” Azane says. “Come here, Zilas, don’t you want to watch too?”
He chuckles and lays with her, tail over her back.
I fuck Tristan with the trainer at a steady pace. He whimpers and makes noises that are pleasurable.
“Use that tail on me, beta,” Azane whispers, thighs spreading.
“Oh, yes, alpha, I want your cunt to grip my tail,” Zilas rumbles happily.
Tristan’s head snaps up, eyes searching for them.
I fuck him harder. “Focus on that release, omega,” I purr.
His hips rock. The tiny articulated cage around his cock clinks merrily as his cock flops around. His balls are pressed out and up due to the flexible strap around them. A whimper escapes him as he bounces his ass on his trainer that I now hold still for him to use.
“Messy boy,” Azane growls, her own orgasm obviously close. Zilas and Tristan’s pheromones have us on edge as well, it seems.
Zilas whispers, “Take a little more for me, alpha.”
Azane’s quiet panting from her orgasm is not obvious, as at the same moment, Tristan’s head rises, back curving beautifully as he cries out his release, ass frantically fucking his trainer.
“Good boy, omega,” I breathe.
“Oh, so cute,” Zilas says, “a tiny bit of lubricant.”
I pop the trainer up Tristan’s ass as he squeaks, balls still twitching. I grab my cock and jerk it frantically, spinning my fist over the blunt, round, sensitive head.
“May I?” Zilas begs.
I turn towards him and he—hurriedly—opens his mouth. Tristan has flopped onto his side and he makes a happy sound as I squirt for Zilas. I tense, hips thrust forward.
When my eyes manage to open, Zilas’s forked tongue curls out, licking around his lips and chin to clean my mess.
“Fuck,” I purr, as I collapse into the nest. “What a wonderful pack I have.”
Everyone makes agreeable sounds. My heart swells as my eyes close.