Chapter Fourteen
Zilas
The rest of the day passes quickly as we discuss plans, make lists of supplies—and menus, all of us wearing the translators so we can read each others’ lists.
I stop and melt some zewlis cheese over bread with some herbs and a yrecen paste for dipping as an easy dinner, as both my omega and my alphas join happily in planning our pack endeavor for the community.
Tristan seems to be struggling a bit, going between squirmy and restless to daydreamy. I look at my alphas and they seem unconcerned, so I do not let myself worry for long.
The fact that I have alphas to look to, to trust to guide me, is absolutely intoxicating. I would do anything for them.
The kitten Basil runs about chasing dust in the air, and simply exploring his new home. Tristan is obviously in love with him already, picking him up and cuddling him in his arms several times.
But as the light of Iofane and Iorura gently brighten the kitchen, Tristan stands and paces the kitchen. Instead of returning to his spot as he had earlier, his hand goes to his cage, and he drops to his knees, lowering his face to the tile floor.
“Please,” he gasps out.
Ink jumps up and places her palm on his forehead. Her touch makes his eyes close in bliss and his hips shift back and forth.
“Yeah, it’s time,” she purrs.
I had gone up to Tristan’s rooms earlier and prepped extra blankets, lube and toys, and several pitchers of enhanced water, so I am confident we are prepared. Standing smoothly, I realize the scent of our omega in heat has my cock at attention. I can’t even imagine how my alphas feel.
My alphas purr praise at Tristan, encouraging him to his feet, and Inken scoops him up and takes the stairs easily. Azane and I follow.
When we enter his room, Ink has him in the nest and is undoing his harness. He whimpers and squirms, flat on his back and legs spread.
Azane strides to the side table and grabs her and Ink’s mechacocks.
She drops her trousers and I watch her with a dripping cock as she spreads her legs, her blue pussy open, and inserts the stem inside herself, giving it a bit of a wiggle to get it in place.
I can tell when it latches to her nerve endings because her eyes close and she fists her cock in pleasure.
Tristan moans loudly, and my gaze snaps back to him as Ink removes his cage.
“Sweet, needy little omega, you go ahead and release whenever you need, poor kitten. All worked up and hot. We’re gonna help. We’re gonna give your body what it needs.”
She grabs her cock and inserts it into herself. She looks at us, and we both step forward silently.
“What does he need?” I ask quietly, eyes on Tristan’s spread thighs as he whimpers, waiting.
“Your cock, sweetheart. Your seed,” Azane answers.
My dick drips at the implication. “Well, I have that,” I answer.
My alphas chuckle.
“Zilas is going to get you ready to take our alpha cocks, alright, kitten?” Inken purrs. “His cock is a bit smaller and has no knot, so you’ll have to wait for that, but I’ll rail your needy little ass as soon as Zilas seeds it.”
He whimpers, spreading his thighs wider, his tight little hole wet and ready.
I step forward, taking the lubrication from Ink. She’d told me that humans do not lubricate this hole naturally—which, while odd, is not a problem. I pour it down the length of my cock and stroke it around as I position myself over him.
I’m not going to last long, and I might be embarrassed if I was fucking my alpha, but I will not disappoint my horny omega.
My job is to work open his ass and to seed him, in hopes of a kit.
Whether he releases or not is of no import to the situation, though I do want him to be pleasured.
But given his whining, I am guessing he won’t make it long either.
Tristan’s whine takes on an edge and I climb onto the bed between his wide-open legs.
“Hurry, Zilas, he’s hurting,” Azane urges gently.
While I know the basics of an omega’s heat, betas are not trained in the same manner as alphas. So if my alphas know that Tristan is in pain, and my cock is the solution, then this sweet boy is getting my cock now.
I spear into him, roughly, but his trainers have paved the way, his hole is stretched and relaxed.
His eyes flutter as I bottom out in him, and he pins me with a dreamy smile.
I lean down, kissing him and grabbing the bottom of his thighs, keeping him open for me.
I press myself down on his hard little cock and he immediately loses control, wetting our bellies.
“Good boy, omega,” Ink purrs from nearby. I look up to find her climbing into the nest. She offers him her cock and he takes it hungrily.
“Yes, that’s it, wedari,” Azane rumbles. “Take those cocks.”
My hips slap into his body roughly. My omega’s heat and pheromones are driving me wild. I trust my alphas to tell me if I need to do something differently, so I let my animalistic side take over, railing him hard.
“I’m gonna fucking breed you, omega,” I snarl, my balls pulled up tight. My alphas purr happily at that.
I continue, “I’m gonna fill you so full of my seed that it will leak out of this little hole whenever you aren’t stuffed with our alphas’ cocks. You’re gonna carry our kit, cutie, and I can’t.”
Thrust.
“Fucking.”
Thrust.
“Wait.”
At that, I release, long and hard and buried as far as my omega’s greedy hole will take me. I groan, eyes closed as Tristan spurts more mess, wet and warm, between us.
Azane’s hand on my shoulder tugs gently. “Good job, sweetheart. Let me knot him now, it will give him relief.”
I pull out of him to his pained whine. But Azane immediately takes my place and presses into him firmly and slowly as his head thrashes back and forth, his knees dropping out to touch the nest.
She pounds him hard and fast as well, and when he whines, I drag my eyes from his wet asshole getting well-fucked to his mouth, where Ink has him knotted. Her body is tense with pleasure as Tristan swallows greedily over her cock.
Azane groans and leans over Tristan. I hear his overstimulated whine and more of his mess spurts out. I stand and get a towel, wetting it with warm water.
I return and wipe his belly and chest. His eyes are closed, but he whimpers in displeasure as I clean him.
As if she can sense the sadness flowing off me from Tristan’s response, Ink explains, “His heat makes him very sensitive to touch. The only thing he wants is his pack’s flesh pressed to him. Everything else is irritating.”
Oh. Well, I suppose that makes sense.
Azane’s hand grabs Tristan’s dick and she pumps it. “C’mon now, omega, you can give me more.”
I lick my lips, horny beyond reason, as both my alphas have my omega knotted. “Let me suck him off,” I say.
They both make approving noises, so I duck down and wrap my lips around him.
I easily take him fully in my throat, his cute little red curls tickling my face sweetly.
I suck and swallow, and he quickly arches, squealing.
His jizz tastes rich and dark, almost like his coffee, and I take the little liquid he feeds me happily.
As I continue to suck his wee dick, Ink pulls out of his mouth. She moves to the end of the nest.
“Keep sucking him, Zilas, he needs it,” she says lovingly.
He makes a noise, and I turn my head a bit to look at him. His eyes are closed, his pretty waves plastered to his face. His eyebrows are drawn, though I am not sure why.
He squeals, eyes flying open, and his body rocks with Inken’s thrusts.
Azane kneels above him and uses her fingers to open his mouth for her cock. I watch eagerly, cock aching, as she gives him her cock.
I jump as a hand wraps around me. I turn, still keeping Tristan’s little cock in my mouth, and Inken is giving me a hard-edged grin. She fucks Tristan’s ass as she tugs my cock in time with her thrusts.
I whimper, hips wiggling. I’m not sure I’m intended to release anywhere but inside our omega. But Ink quickly reassures me.
“Yes, go ahead, Zilas. We’re all on edge with his heat.”
My cock jumps and jerks, and both my alphas praise me.
“That’s a good boy,” Azane purrs, her cock locked behind Tristan’s teeth.
“Oh, poor, messy beta,” Ink coos, even as her hips thrust hard into Tristan, to his loud groan. More of his rich jizz enters my mouth and I suck harder even as I still squirt my seed into the nest.
WE CLEAN UP AND CURL around Tristan, who is sleeping fitfully. His cock is hard against his belly and his hips rock occasionally in his sleep. Neither of my alphas bother to remove their mechacocks. I doze off, safe and happier than I have ever been in my life.
“TAKE HIM, ZILAS,” AZANE directs, her voice terse.
My eyes snap open, immediately taking in the scene: Tristan curled up on his side, knees to his chest as he whimpers in pain, Ink and Azane kneeling.
“He needs your seed, beta,” Ink says flatly, her hand sliding between Tristan’s legs.
I am fully awake and hurry to kneel behind my poor omega, whose eyes are slitted.
“Here it comes, cutie. Don’t worry, I got you,” I whisper, hand on his delicate hip.
I thrust into him and his body spasms.
“Good boys,” Ink purrs as I see Tristan’s jizz dribble across the nest softly.
I am already on edge and a few good thrusts has me seeding my omega’s ripe body.
“Fuck,” I groan, grinding against him, “Take it, take it and grow our kit, omega.”
“As soon as you’re done, pull out,” Azane directs, even as Ink continues to jerk his little cock.
I nod tensely and do as directed. Azane promptly shoves inside him, knotting his ass in one smooth go. His squeal is both shock and relief.
As I collapse into the bed, tired and drained of my fluids, Ink purrs.
“Sleep, sweetheart, your body needs rest too.”
I doze off, happy and safe.
THE NEXT DAYS PASS blearily. Seeding and knotting, on repeat.
Cleaning and forcing some food into our omega, who wants nothing more than cock.
I use a syringe filled with protein liquid and trick him, offering my cock and sneakily shoving the syringe into his mouth instead, feeding him the nutrients he needs, in between suckling my cock hungrily.
Tristan floats in and out, occasionally speaking, but generally insensible and compliant.
On the third day, I wake in the evening, the light of our moons bright in the vast windows around the nest alcove.
“It’s time, love,” Azane purrs, as she lines her cock up to Tristan’s hole.
He’s flat on his back and she holds his spread thighs.
Ink curls around me, her warm body pressed to mine. “Would you get on his cock, my beta? Then we can bite you both at the same time. And you can bite us, and our omega as well.”
The mere suggestion has me hard and throbbing. “Oh, fuck, alpha, may I?” I whisper.
They both purr and I roll up, quickly straddling Tristan. Reaching behind me, I press his adorable cock to my entrance. His eyes flutter open and he smiles up at me.
“Alright, omega?” I ask softly.
He nods firmly and I press my wet hole back onto him. He breaches me easily and I wiggle my hips, working down his shallow length, even as our alphas fuck his sweet little body on either end.
I bounce slowly, my hand around my cock.
Tristan squirms and thrusts, obviously lost to pleasure.
Azane’s slender hands wrap around my chest, pulling me back and up.
Suddenly, she strikes, her teeth in my neck, the pain sharp and pleasurable. My eyes close as I circle my hips over Tristan’s cock. He whimpers in pain as Ink purrs, and I assume he has been bitten too.
Sure enough, when Azane releases me, and my eyes open tiredly, a tiny dribble of blood drips down Tristan’s neck.
I drop and lap at it before digging my teeth into his shoulder muscle.
Inken urges him to bite me too, and at that, his flat, human teeth land between my ear and shoulder.
Groaning in pleasure, my cock pours seed out between our stomachs.
Ink’s hand buries in my hair as soon as Tristan releases me and I rock harder on Tristan’s cock as my other alpha claims my neck.
I am a mess, physically and emotionally. My alphas understand. Both Tristan and I are rolled and taken care of, the love flowing from them palpable. A flicker of guilt hits, that I am not helping care for Tristan, but it passes quickly as my alphas purr.
I am encouraged to my knees.
“Once more, my good boy,” Inken purrs in my ear. “Seed our omega. I want to meet our kit, my love.”
Her hand is around my aching cock, pressing my tip to Tristan’s wet, ruined hole.
I shove in hard, balls tight and swollen already.
I watch blearily as Azane feeds Tristan her cock and bends to bite him over his nipple.
His body arches up, and the pheromones of my pack do me in, even as Ink’s cock presses into my asshole.
I cry out loudly, desperate, as I pound my omega, whilst our alpha fucks me hard.
We all seem to explode simultaneously, Tristan’s adorable mess splattering across his belly, while Azane and I feed Tristan our seed and my hole receives Ink’s pleasure.
The world seems to stop existing for a few heartbeats; only my pack exists. My pack, our pleasure, our warm room smelling of milkousa, our nest soft and welcoming. We collapse in a puddle, our bodies intertwined.
As our breathing settles, I see Tristan’s eyes open, the green of his irises intense in the dim light.
Suddenly, a heavy thump hits the nest. The alphas jump, but quickly settle. It’s Basil, and he’s purring in the loud, angry manner of cats. Tristan’s hand flounders outward, seeking him. Basil immediately curls into Tristan, even as the rest of us are snuggled up.
“That settles it,” Ink says lowly, “No cats allowed in the room when we’re fucking.”
Tristan chuckles weakly, and his arm curls around Ink’s neck, gently pulling her for a kiss. Azane and I laugh quietly, exchanging a pleased look, our happiness at our pack obvious.