Chapter Eleven
Inken
When I reluctantly pull myself out of the nest, I dress and hurry out. The path to the town square is small but well-worn by now.
It’s market day, which happens once a phase here in Setias.
I have quite a few things to get done today.
As I round a corner, the soft needles of a rubyroot tree kissing my arm, I smile to hear the voices of my fellow villagers.
Setias is now over thirty packs, and while we may not know everything about each other, we are friendly and helpful. A village. We’re connected.
At one brightly colored booth, I see the little omega, Nimme, their name is, a member of the Iwanyth pack. They are gray-skinned and gilled and outgoing. I wave at them as I stride down the central street.
Ah, there, I spot the tall horns draped in metal chains. Atiox. And next to him, the large, full-curl horns of Zallan. Two of the founding alphas.
“Zallan!” I call with a smile, “Thank you again for the help with the coffee.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You called in a leelus.”
I chuckle. “I might have used that favor a bit early, I have another to ask of you, both of you.”
Atiox smiles beguilingly. “And what can I do for the most lovely ebondenn I’ve ever met besides mine?”
“Don’t let her hear you say that; even the suggestion might end up with you on your knees.”
He laughs. “What did you need, Inken? Shouldn’t you be busy at home? How is she settling in?”
“He is doing well. I’m sure he’d love to meet Libby once he’s settled,” I direct to Zallan, regarding his alpha.
“Good, good,” Zallan nods. “Now what is it?”
“I was hoping I might have your permission to use one of the buildings. If things work out, we’ll be happy to help build a replacement, or perhaps build one to our specifications.”
Atiox tilts his head. “Interesting request, Traex. What do you intend to do?”
“It is to be a surprise for my pack. Our beta ran a bakery back in Citradoth. And our omega makes this special drink; that he needed the ‘coffee’ for. It’s wonderful. Together, I think they could run a shop. With Azane’s and my help.” I shrug, trying not to seem too excited.
But both the other alphas grin at me. They seem to know. Zallan especially has a soft look on his typically stern face.
“Alright, a provisional lease for a turn.” Zallan nods. “How about the red hut at the end of the central road?”
WHEN I RETURN TO THE house, a nude yet still caged Tristan is explaining to the rest of the pack how to make his coffee magic-juice.
It tasted a bit bitter, but good. And even better, after, I felt more awake and motivated.
So obviously some kind of Class VI drug. But I enjoyed it, that’s for certain.
Tristan clicks on the stovetop as he explains that the ‘espresso pot’ uses steam pressure to brew and force the goodness from the seeds.
I step behind him, his focus on the stove, and place one hand on his soft hip and another in his hair as I kiss his neck. My sharp incisors graze his skin, and bumps erupt across his flesh.
He makes a happy noise and his arm comes backward, slotting around my waist.
“Those nips, they make me anxious for this biting and binding thing,” my omega says breathily.
I am almost certain he means this is a good way, but I would be a poor alpha to not check on him.
“Do you mean anxious as in excited? Or anxious as in nervous?” I rumble, my voice low and my cunt wet.
“Yes,” he responds with a quiet laugh.
I purr, happy that my omega is desirous of bonding. “Soon, kitten, soon,” I mumble into his unusual pale flesh.
I kiss and nibble, a hand digging into his hair and gripping him firmly.
“I heard you did some reading today?” I offer, wanting to know more of him, his interests, his desires, everything.
“Yes,” his breathy voice answers. “I was...” he trails off as I bite down, “I was reading on the Red Paralysis.”
I don’t let go of his body, but I remove my mouth from his flesh, the mere mention sobering. Alphas still feel the loss strongly.
He shrugs, as if sensing my reticence, and presses his body back into mine.
“I studied history back on Earth. I merely... found the accounts interesting.” He hurriedly adds, “Sorrowful, but... interesting. Much the way I felt learning about civilizations on Earth that had ended.” His body tenses.
“Not that I think your civilization is ending!”
I chuckle. I believe I understand what he’s saying. “Did you have any insights to share on the event?”
He shakes his head but stills as I drag my long canines along that slender neck-to-shoulder muscle.
“I mean, it happened across all three of the Federation planets? Yours, Dosoria and Adreth... so...” He pauses here as I nip at his flesh.
“That would make me think it was viral, but the spread seems so slow.” I lick a long stripe up his neck.
“Alpha...” he trails off, his cute little ass pushing back into my body.
“Sweet omega, are you in need of a release?” I coo.
“Shit, yes, please, alpha,” he whimpers.
“We’ll see,” I growl, “But you certainly need a knot.” I slide away from him and tug open a lower cabinet, pulling out mine and Azane’s mechacocks. Passing her hers, I pull open my breeches. They settle loose on my hips and I eagerly put my cock inside me.
“On your knees, wedari,” Azane purrs.
Tristan drops like the obedient boy he is. I step to him and grab his hair, feeding him my cock.
I thrust slowly at first as he sucks me.
Zilas makes a noise of need, and I laugh. “You want to be knotted in the mouth too, beta?” I tease.
“No thank you, alpha,” he responds quickly.
Azane explains as she plays with her cock, “It’s to help fully awaken your omega biology. A good knot behind the teeth really does the trick, the manual says.”
I hold my omega’s face between my palms and fuck his mouth hard. His eyes are closed and the bliss on his face is evident.
I grit out, “Think he’s ready for Zilas’s cock up his greedy ass?”
“No,” Azane responds, but she heads for the door. “I’ll go grab the next size trainer though.”
“Alpha,” Zilas asks softly, “May I get myself off? This is so hot...”
“No.”
Tristan gags around my cock and my muscles tense at the tight grip. “That’s it,” I growl as I start to release. My cock squirts my fluids and I slam all the way into him.
He makes a startled noise, and Zilas drops to his knees beside him. I purr comfortingly, still holding his face.
“Swallow and breathe through your nose, omega,” I command.
“She’s going to swell, to knot you, but it won’t last long,” Zilas reassures him as he works a hard swallow over my cock.
Azane returns, adding her purrs. She drops beside him as my knot inflates. Another squeal from Tristan and I see Azane discard the smaller trainer.
A long, loud groan escapes Tristan.
My eyes snap open. “Don’t you dare finish!”
“It’s about this larger trainer up his tight ass,” Zilas murmurs quietly. “He’ll be ready to take me for sure once he can handle this for a period of time.”
I tilt his face up a bit, as I resist the urge to close my eyes in pleasure of the knotting. “You’re doing so well, kitten. Good boy. Keep breathing, it won’t be long now.”
The kitchen fills with the wet sound of Azane stroking the trainer in and out of our omega’s hole. In just a few clicks—much shorter than a knot up his ass—my cock deflates. I pop out of his mouth with an audible sigh.
“Fuck, I love being locked inside you, omega,” I purr.
He moans as Azane gets the trainer all the way in place, his hips rocking and little locked cock clinking. The three of us chuckle.
Azane comes around and offers him her cock, which he eagerly gobbles down.
“Such a sweet little cock whore omega,” I say as I turn to Zilas. I place my hand between his shoulder blades and press him down over the table. I kick his feet apart as he moans.
“Don’t play with yourself, but you may release while I take you,” I whisper in his ear. I shove my cock up his ass to his satisfied moan.
“Oh yes, alpha, thank you. Use my body, please, love.”
The sounds of my aleron and I fucking our sweet packs’ holes fills the room and I am so incredibly blissful at the realization that this is our life now, our family, our home.
“Fuuuuck,” Azane purrs as she releases.
Zilas whimpers and I hear his seed hit the floor. I fuck him rougher, chasing my release. It hits me hard, and I close my eyes silently, allowing the waves of pleasure to flutter through my body.
“When my knot releases, you’re to clean me with your tongue,” Azane says.
I slide out of Zilas and remove my mechacock, tossing it in the sink for cleaning.
He stands and turns, mouth finding mine. I kiss him deeply and thoroughly, making sure he knows how loved and treasured he already is.
When our lips part, I keep my arms around him, stroking his hip, as I turn to Tristan still locked.
“Now, about these mating bites,” I say, “The marks upon an alpha are known as Zatura’s marks. The bite heals, leaving a silvery scar. It’s Goddess-blessed. Betas can mark and be marked too, so Zilas will also bite you. And we’ll bite Zilas.”
He makes a sound in his throat, and his arms tighten around me.
Had he thought we might not mark him? I think sorrowfully.
Perhaps I am not doing a good enough job showing him how important he is to us. That needs to change.
“We’ll need to mark you during your heat. But we asked permission ahead of time because you will not be fully in your right mind during your heat.”
Azane adds, “Yes, you’ll be the wettest, neediest little slut, begging for your hole to be filled constantly, your tiny cock erect and making a mess over and over.
” She lets out a groan, “I’m shrinking, you’ll be free soon.
You did such a wonderful job, omega.” She tucks his red hair back behind his ear.
Her cock wetly slides out of his mouth. He blinks lazily, licking his lips. He runs his little pink tongue up and over cock.
He whimpers as he cleans her, and I chuckle.
“No release for you. I want you to be a needy mess, eager and obedient.”