Chapter Thirteen
Tristan
“Lick me, omega,” Azane commands.
I feel boneless, lax, and stuffed. I’m kneeling in front of her, my alpha, my Goddess, her slender blue thighs parted to her smooth cunt.
It’s the first time I’ve seen one of the ladies up close.
She appears smooth at the top of her slit, and I blink.
If she doesn’t have a clit, that will make this harder.
Zilas kneels beside me. “Different from your women?” he asks quietly.
I nod, silent.
He makes a sound. “Let me teach you to please our alphas.”
I nod again, grateful for his help.
“I’ve learned they love to have their sweet cunts licked, and you and I must be happy to oblige whenever asked,” he says sternly.
“Oh!” I blurt. “It’s not that I don’t want to! They don’t have...” I look up and Azane is looking down at me benevolently. “A pleasure center?” I finish, sure ‘clit’ does not translate.
“Their pleasure center is inside,” Zilas offers.
“Oh, okay, human women have that too,” I say, as Zilas lifts his large hand and slides his center two fingers inside Azane.
His other hand grabs mine and brings it to her pussy. “Here, touch with me,” Zilas says.
Shifting my knees—and avoiding my puddle of jizz—I slide my fingers in cautiously, not wanting to hurt her, but she moans in clear pleasure.
Her cunt is hot and wet, and a thought flutters through me, wondering if I’ll ever fuck her or Ink.
Zilas’s fingers are pressed to the back wall of Azane’s sweet-scented pussy. I blink at that, surprised by the location of her pleasure center, but I suppose if hover cars exist and they have two moons and shit, having her G-spot at the back is really not that shocking.
“Right here,” Zilas says as he curls and uncurls his fingers slowly. “Just like this.”
“Where... do I lick?” I ask breathily, as he removes his fingers and I take up the movement.
“Everywhere. Her cute little ass, her weeping slit, her lips, her thighs. Anywhere to make our alpha feel good. Now get to it, omega,” he commands firmly as he scoots back.
I’ve never eaten ass before but hey, when in Rome and all that.
My tongue dashes out and I lap quickly and repeatedly around her puckered hole.
She moans approvingly. I keep rubbing her spot as I lick and kiss at her.
Sliding over, I nibble her thigh, and then recenter to lick her around my buried fingers.
My cock, uncaged and thus blissfully hard, is leaking.
I keep working her without stopping though. I want my alpha to cum in my mouth.
Please alpha, I beg in my mind as I continue to finger and eat her. Please, I want it so bad. Let me make you cum.
Nothing but a vessel to pleasure them, I lose myself, and I love it. I wish one of them was using my asshole to finish as well. I lick and slurp for all I’m worth.
Suddenly she grabs the back of my head, pushing me into her as she moans loud and long. Her cunt flutters around my fingers exactly like a human woman’s would. I don’t stop though. If she wants me to stop, she’ll tell me.
“Mmm, such a good omega,” Azane purrs tiredly.
I blink, coming out of the haze.
She continues, “Now go clean up that big mess you made.”
My skin flushes in embarrassment, but I am quick to drop down and lap up my cum.
As I do so, Ink kneels. Something small rubs at the head of my cock and I whine, fearing the zapping pen again.
Sure enough, a strong shock jolts up my dick and into my balls.
My cock deflates in defeat as I pant in pain and Ink carefully cages me again.
The strap under my balls makes me wiggle, but the heavy-ish metal pieces that encircle my shaft feel like safety.
Azane leans in and puts the harness on me, the one with the waist belt and thigh belts, the leather soft but somehow irritating.
“Now, kitten, I believe you’re in preheat,” Inken says as she sits back.
“During heat, omegas are often insensible. It’s one of the many reasons they need a pack.
” I must tense up, for she hurriedly adds, “We’ll take care of you.
But I think you dropped into a bit of a haze there.
It’s a solid sign your body is gearing up for your heat. ”
I finish my job and sit back, meeting her gray eyes. “Oh,” I say stupidly.
A loud knock interrupts us.
“Stay,” Inken commands firmly.
I freeze and her and Azane head downstairs.
Zilas chuckles, “I don’t think she meant to stay in that exact position.”
“Oh, right,” I say as I stand and stretch.
“Come down, boys!” floats up.
I smile and Zilas puts a hand on my back, leading me out. As I head downstairs, I touch the ennihas tree that grows in the house, as I have taken to doing.
Azane is sitting on the floor and Inken stands in front of her, a soft look on her stern face.
“We, uh,” Ink offers, “got you something.” She steps sideways, revealing that Azane is cuddling a cat. A bright green one.
I blink, stepping forward quickly and kneeling by Azane. “You got me a cat?”
“A kitten,” she corrects. “A male.”
I look back at it as it lets out a snarly meow. It has huge paws, thick long fur, and very pointed ears. It climbs off Azane and stretches, big green eyes on me.
“This is a kitten?” I mumble. It’s the size of a full grown Earth cat. I hold out my hand as it yawns, and I notice it has not one set of dangerous incisors, but two.
“Um, when I said our cats eat things... I meant...” I pause as the ‘little’ guy rubs against my body, tail curling up me. “Small rodents and things. What... uh, do these eat?”
Zilas chuckles, “Well, about anything they can run down and chew through. But we’ll feed it eggs and vegetables.”
Oh, right, no cat chow.
I settle on the floor, and the green kitten immediately climbs in my lap. I stroke him gently and he arches his back. “Is he... potty-trained?” I ask, trying to use words that will translate.
“We got him from a pack with an adult female cat. She taught them before they were allowed to leave her.”
“Oh, good,” I blurt, relieved. No idea how to litter train a giant murder kitty.
He starts nomming on my fingers, paws wrapping around my wrist as he rolls onto his back.
“Thank you,” I say softly, eyes on him. “I love him. Thank you so much.”
I blink back tears as I bite my lip.
THE NEXT MORNING, I woke up to Zilas rubbing his cock on my lips. The nest is empty except the two of us.
A quick blowjob for him and he kisses me gently, cupping my caged cock affectionately. “I’ll make breakfast,” he offers. “Come down when you’re ready.”
I climb out of the nest and pull on some trousers and one of the few tee shirts I had brought from home. ‘Visit the McWilson Museum!’ scrawls across the front, with a drawing of the museum building.
As I head for the door, the kitten attacks my feet.
I chuckle, bending down to scoop him up.
“You maniac,” I say fondly as I boop his nose.
I snuggle him in my arms as I touch our tree on my way down the stairs.
When I get to the kitchen, I put the squirmy kitten down gently as I note that both the ladies are sitting at the kitchen table.
As I stand, I see Zilas pour damn near half a pound of coffee into the grinder.
“Woah,” I laugh, crossing to Zilas and holding out my hand, “That’s way too much in one go.”
He hands me the grinder. “You never mentioned how much, only to grind the coffee seeds and to use hot water for extracting the goodness.”
I grin, “Beans. Coffee beans.”
A streak of bright green darts from under the table. He races around the room like a lunatic kitten.
“Zoomies,” I say fondly. “Our cats get them too.”
“Did you settle on a name?” Ink asks, pursing her lips as she looks at the beast. She’s trying not to smile. I grin.
“Basil,” I say firmly, squatting, making the universal cat pspspsp sound
Basil immediately stops his crazed running and trot-tumbles over those enormous feet of his to me, rubbing his head against my offered hand.
When he loses interest in me, I stand, taking the grinder from under my arm where I had tucked it. I gesture towards the silver-lidded pot. “Can someone unscrew and rinse the espresso pot?”
Zilas steps forward, snatching it quickly, and I try not to smile at how wonderful and helpful and attentive they all are.
“Show me again, please, cutie. I want to make sure I got it right,” he says with a smirk. Ink takes the pot from him and heads to the sink silently. Zilas grabs the grinder.
“Okay, so three scoops of the beans into the top,” I direct, stepping forward and nearly tripping over Basil, who lets out an affronted yowl. I scoop him up and tuck him into the crook of my arm. “Lid goes on,” I narrate as Zilas does each step, “Crank for about two minutes and—”
“Does not translate, wedari,” Azane interrupts from her place at the table.
“Um, count to one hundred or so,” I say. Zilas dutifully counts. Ink turns with the cleaned espresso pot. “Unscrew it and fill the bottom with water, and put the little cup in the bottom.”
Zilas hits one hundred and looks at me.
“Pour that in,” I gesture, disturbing a grumbling Basil. I quickly scratch behind his ears and he stretches, his insanely dangerous-looking claws extending, but luckily not digging into me.
“Screw the top on and put it on the stove. And we wait for it to bubble. When it’s done, we can add all kinds of things, such as the glohas syrup, or drink it as is.”
Azane clears her throat, and the smile drops off my face. Is she mad at me? Did I do something wrong?
Shit, is this related to the omega hormones? Ugh, do women feel like this when they are getting their period? This is kind of trash.
Her and Ink purr quietly, to which Basil stops his grumbling. I look down at him, confused, but also to avoid my alphas’ eyes. I’m kind of overwhelmed right now.
“It’s not bad, omega,” Azane reassures. “In addition to... Basil, we did something else. For both of you. Well, for all of us,” she corrects herself.
Ink steps in, “I secured a lease on a market building. So we can open a bakery-coffee-house type thing.” She pauses. “If you boys want to, that is.”
“Of course!” Zilas blurts, the excitement clear in his voice.
I grin, looking up and taking in my pack. They seem to be waiting on me.
“Oh! Yes, of course!” I hurry to add. “Thank you, alphas!”
My eyes fill with tears. Damn hormones. I snuffle and Basil launches himself out of my arms to run around wildly again. As I avoid stepping on him, I cross to them, and both the alphas wrap their arms around me as Zilas snuggles up to my back.
“This is everything, everything I’ve ever wanted,” I say, my voice thick. Purrs surround me as Zilas sniffles and kisses my shoulder.
At that exact moment, Basil dive-bombs from an upper shelf onto the counter. Ink laughs, long and hard, and soon we’ve all joined in.