Epilogue
Tristan
“Sit down!” Ink barks.
Quickly, I pull my hand off my lower back. “I’m fine.”
She crosses to me, sliding behind me and running a hand to my now-swollen belly. “That’s my kit in there, omega, so you’ll do as told.”
“I just want to finish this last batch of muffins!” I protest, but Zilas enters the room and pulls the mixing spoon out of my hand.
“I got it, cutie, you go rest. You need to be on your game for opening day tomorrow,” he says, flashing me his winning grin.
I huff. “I’m not even that big yet! Barely have a bump,” I grumble as I head to the library nook.
But sitting sounds nice. And I do need to be well-rested for tomorrow. I curl up with a pair of translator glasses and an Adrethian book, a genre they call “humor” but is more akin to splatterpunk with the occasional joke thrown in.
The growly snarl that is the Celnoe cats’ purr drifts down, and Basil jumps from an upper shelf. He climbs right on top of me, making biscuits gently on my belly. He settles quickly.
I read for perhaps a span, warm, comfortable, and content.
Suddenly, a voice asks, “Is that safe?”
Azane, coming around the corner, sounds terrified as she nods to Basil laying on my stomach, snoozing happily.
I chuckle, stroking Basil’s green fur. He’s getting huge, but my pack has assured me he’s not full grown yet. He’s about the size of a spaniel currently.
“It’s fine, doesn’t hurt,” I answer.
“Well, between your growth and that cat’s, he’s gonna have to learn to sleep somewhere else,” she says quietly, sitting near me. “How are you feeling, omega?”
My skin heats yet again.
Azane chuckles, a grin growing on her gorgeous face. She whistles loudly.
Ink and Zilas appear.
“What’s wrong?” Ink asks urgently.
“Nothing!” I blurt.
“Say it, omega,” Azane purrs.
I flush harder. “I mean, I was going to say... I’m kinda horny.”
Ink’s body relaxes. “Oh, well, that’s not a problem, kitten.”
She climbs into the pillows of the library nook, grabbing one of their mechacocks from a lower shelf.
I'd noticed how they were everywhere. “Best not keep our swollen little omega in need, hmm?” Azane had purred when I questioned her on it.
Quickly, everyone is naked, my low-slung trousers pulled off and shirt tugged over my head.
Ink strokes her huge alpha cock, gripping her knot tightly at each downstroke.
My ass clenches at that, my hips shifting in need.
Someone’s warm hand rubs my belly. Ink rolls me, and I clamber to my hands and knees.
As my eyes flutter open, the ache in my caged cock insane, I see Zilas on his knees before me.
Ink shoves her cock into my ass, which has learned to take them easily. I groan at the pleasure of my alpha filling me.
Unexpectedly, Zilas groans and his hands land on my shoulders. Azane grunts, obviously fucking Zilas.
She says softly, “Take our beta’s cock, wedari. You poor, needy omega. Suckle it nice and soft. Keep your mouth busy while your alphas fuck you.”
I turn my head, searching blindly for his cock. It slaps me gently on the cheek, and I turn to it, mouth open. He gives me just his blue head, and leaks his raspberry-flavored seed into me. I suckle, mindless, the oral fixation of sucking and pleasuring him causing me to drop into a state of peace.
“What a good omega, soothed by a cock pacifier," Ink snarls, her hips slapping into me regular and even. “Perhaps Zilas will need to let you keep his cockhead warm more often.”
Eventually, I sense that my body is being used harder by Ink and Zilas’s body is rocking harder into me.
I slurp and swallow at him. He feeds me properly, his abundance of seed still hard to swallow fast enough, as I dribble, one good squirt landing on the pillows, my cock flopping worthlessly and caged between our bodies.
THE NEXT DAY BEGINS early, as we wake as a pack. Zilas rubs my ankles, which have taken to swelling, as the alphas finish packing up the muffins and cookies.
Azane had already put my cage back on—they have taken to having me pleasure myself as I perform oral on the three of them almost nightly—before leaving the nest, or I know Zilas would have happily sucked me off, as he likes to do while rubbing my ankles, and belly, in the mornings. My cock throbs at the thought.
When Zilas and I are dressed and head downstairs, Azane and Ink are waiting. Ink drops and helps my feet into the ‘shoo-ez’ which are simply warm slippers with a thick sole. Azane grabs a cloak and puts it over my shoulders.
I laugh. “It’s not that chilly out. I can still hear the onkad buzzing around.”
“You and my kit are not allowed to get cold, omega, now quit.”
I bite down a smile as we head out.
“OH, DON’T FORGET TO put the cinnamon rolls out!” I say, a small flutter of nervousness in my belly.
Zilas laughs, “I got them, I got them. See, on the metal tray?” He points and sure enough the knock-off ‘cinnamon’ rolls, that I tested at least eighty different alien spices to find something to mimic cinnamon, are artfully arranged on a platter with fancy handles.
Zilas’s speciality—scones—top a pink platter, which matches the pink flags we hung across the large window which opens for ordering.
Inside the small hut are two gas burners, both topped with two espresso pots.
Azane had really thought of everything, making sure we had extra supplies and beans from Earth.
An adorable mismatch of handmade coffee mugs line the side counter. Ink slides behind me, placing a circular metal tray piled high with the cookies that Zilas had baked last night.
“It’s time,” Azane says, her rich voice threaded with nervousness.
I lean in and kiss her, her hand sliding down to cover my bump as she purrs in happiness.
“Here we go!” Zilas chirps as he opens the shutters to the crowd of Celnoe awaiting their first taste of coffee.
The End