Chapter Nine #2
A beep interrupts us, Azane’s mouth already open. She pulls out the slightly-larger-cell-phone-thing, intense blue eyes dropping to it.
“Shit,” she mutters, “I need to deal with this.”
Inken looks at her, face questioning, but Azane waves her away.
Azane leaves the kitchen, and I turn to Ink.
“So... you called me something last night and I am unsure of the translation,” I blush as I say it, eyes flicking between her and Zilas. “Um... kitten. What does this word mean to you?”
She chuckles, “How would that word translate? You certainly do not have cats on Earth.”
“We do!” I exclaim. “Four legs, fur, sharp teeth. They are... uhh...” I pause, not sure if predator translates, “they eat smaller animals. We keep them as pets.”
Inken nods at each of my descriptors. Zilas brings over plates of some blue bread topped with what looks like green scrambled eggs.
“Huh, how is that possible?” He rubs his chin. “Perhaps their cats are descended from some a Celnoe brought there?” He sits with us and picks up the two-pronged fork.
“I don’t know, I thought you hadn’t made contact with us until twelve years ago?” I take a bite. “Mm, damn, Zilas, this is good!”
His cheeks darken.
Ink says, “Yeah, official contact. But... over a flow ago, lots of Celnoe kind of... visited. Off the books.” She frowns, obviously not happy with this law-breaking.
I chew, pondering that. What incredible history they must have, to have had interstellar capabilities for that long.
“What is it, omega?” Inken’s voice and face are soft as she looks at me.
I chuckle awkwardly. “Oh, lots of things.”
Her hand lands firmly on my thigh. “Tell your alpha. It is our job to take care of you. Spoil you, keep you happy.”
I blink hard, some emotion welling up in me. “Well, I was wondering if you had movies, specifically about your history.”
“‘Movies’ does not translate.”
“Um... moving book pictures?” I try.
Zilas snorts.
“We have books,” Ink offers.
“Of course,” I say, not wanting to have insulted them, “But I can’t read them.” I shrug.
“I made sure we had a few pairs of translator lenses,” she frowns, studying my face. “They should fit over your vision correction device.”
Wait, what?
But before I can ask, Zilas turns and digs in a drawer. “Ah, here they are!” He holds out a pair of black framed glasses with thick lenses, looking straight from the 70s. I take them gingerly.
“I’ll be able to read books in your language?” I ask, shocked and amazed.
“Yes,” Ink answers, “and we could use them to read in yours. They are programmed for any species’ language that Celnoe has encountered.”
“Wow,” I whisper, turning them over in my hand. Magic glasses.
I definitely made the right decision to leave Earth. But at that, the other thought that had been gnawing at me comes back.
I rush it out before I lose my nerve. “CouldIgetacat?” I take a deep breath, trying to relax. “I’ve always wanted one but my apartment didn’t allow pets and...” I trail off, about to say I’ll take care of it myself, like I was a ten-year-old begging his parents.
Azane enters the room, her hand landing on my lower back. “A cat? Hmm. Ink does not like animals.”
Inken glares at Azane.
“Oh, it’s fine, of course,” I hurriedly say, waving my hand.
“Done eating?” Azane asks.
I nod.
“Good, because I want a bigger trainer in your ass. I’m dying to fuck you.”
My face heats and my cock twitches in its cage.
“Drop your pants and bend over the table,” Ink commands.
“Here?” I squeak.
“Oh yes. Right here, over our dining table. Your body is mine wherever I want it, omega.”
I stand, untying my trousers. When they fall and my caged cock comes into view, I squeeze my eyes shut. My skin heats, embarrassment dropping through me. Both my alphas purr, however, as Zilas clears the table.
I walk to the end and bend over it, raising up a bit on my toes to do so. Zilas sits again, near my face and his tail touches my back.
Inken pulls the trainer out with no warning. I gasp, thighs parting more in response to her.
Azane’s hand strokes my hip. “Here’s a fresh lubricant packet,” she murmurs in her husky voice as something small enters me.
“How’s that cute little cock?” she asks, hand dropping to cup my cage. I moan and thrust into her touch without meaning to.
She chuckles. “Dripping already. Poor needy omega. Are your hormones awakening now that you’ve been exposed to your alphas’ scents?”
As Inken presses the large trainer against me, I recall that bit of the packet I read. That human omegas needed to be around alphas for their biology to kick in.
I moan, twitching, as the huge thing is stuffed up my ass.
“Good boy, omega,” Zilas rumbles.
Ink works the big thing in and out of me. It’s slick and smooth, the head blunt, the base widening.
“I’m going to grab one of his harnesses,” Azane says quietly before she leaves the room.
To my horror, the slow stroking of this huge toy in my ass has me on edge. While my alphas have never said that I may not finish whenever I wish to, I’m pretty sure I need permission.
“Alpha,” I beg, my voice unintentionally pitiful, “I’m gonna cum!” I cry out.
Ink snarls. “No, you are not, omega.” The thrusting slows further. “Be a good boy. You do not have permission to release.” The trainer slips in and out, leisurely. The sensations are better, more erotic than before, but I come back from the edge.
She continues, “I want you well-trained, needy for your alphas, and obedient. When I am sure of that, we’ll give you release.” She pauses. “And during your heats, of course, you will not be denied.”
She speeds up fucking me and again my balls try to pull up.
A sharp slap to my balls. “Do not,” she warns. “If you do, I’ll make you lick up your mess and after, I’ll pull you over my lap for a spanking.”
She pushes hard and the trainer seats deep in my ass. I literally pant, mouth open, eyes closed, in relief that she stopped pushing me into misbehavior.
A hand lifts one foot, then the other, and something is tugged up my legs.
Azane’s hand under my chest pulls me to standing and she and Ink tighten the harness.
I look down and lush leather-looking straps curve up over my thighs, essentially framing my cage.
The straps run up my ass cheeks and Ink kneels, attaching them to my trainer.
Azane steps in front of me and tightens a strap around my waist. Circular metal attachments dangle here and there, and I am concerned about their potential uses.
“This is the simpler one. The other we bought has a chest piece, pretty boy,” Azane says, kissing my forehead.
“Nap time,” Zilas says evenly.
“Nap time?” I question, again embarrassed. I have to take a nap?
“Pack nap,” Azane answers easily. “For rest and bonding. We try to every day, but sometimes our schedule doesn’t allow it.”
Oh. Well, that’s different. I smile at my pack, ready for snuggles.