My face heats.
Azane interrupts, “Wedari, I want to let you know something. It was, of course, in the paperwork as a possibility. But we want you to know that it is more than that, to our pack. It’s ourgoal.”
I nod, not quite understanding, but willing to hear anything my alpha wants to tell me.
She takes a deep breath, her purple, textured horns tilting. “We want a kit. A babe. As soon as possible. Ink and I have dreamed of it for revolutions.”
My eyes widen.Okay.
Again, I nod silently.
“Um, alright. A family sounds nice.”It does, in fact.
I might have chosen a bit more time to adjust, but no one gets pregnant the first try, right?
I continue, “So... which of you wants to carry the baby?”
Inken turns her head, looking at Azane and Zilas. “I don’t understand, omega.”
Trying again, I make a motion between them, “Who am I impregnating?”
Silence.
It’s Zilas’s laugh that cuts the thick tension. It’s high and clear and makes me smile in response.
“No, no, Tristan,” he chuckles, “you misunderstand.”
Azane grins, “It’syouwho’ll carry our young, omega.”
My ears ring.Surely I didn't hear that right?
“I’mgoing to getyoupregnant, Tristan,” Zilas grins, his hand sliding down my thigh. “Preferably more than once, cutie.”
His large hand feels incredible as it slides across my leg.
“But... I’m a male,” I protest weakly as my eyes close.
Inken’s smaller hand lands on my chest again. “You’re an omega. And we had specified that we wanted to make sure our omega was fertile before you arrived. They surely did the—common—awakening procedure.”
I recall the uncomfortable filling sensation and my legs up in stirrups as I dozed in and out.
Oh fuck. Ohhhhh fuck.
“Now, kitten,” Ink continues, “I’m going to cage you. I believe, based on your paperwork, that you will respond well to denial. You’ll learn to behave, and how you’re allowed to release, while caged. We’ll talk about allowing this adorable little cock out later. But we need that little cock soft.”
I whimper, excited, for that must mean I’m going to get off. Their scent, raspberry for Zilas, a sugary scent from Azane, and a fresh mint from Ink, must be getting me extra horny.
But I watch Ink dig something from a drawer. She emerges with something the size and shape of a pen. Her gray-blue hand curls around my cock and I bite my lip as I try to be still. She lines the tip up against my slit. She chuckles as it slides in my pre-cum that is dripping steadily. “Just a little nip, omega, be brave,” she says.
At that, a sharp zap of electricity jolts through the center of my cock. I yelp, pulling away from her and that device even as my cock deflates. I squeeze my eyes closed as I whimper and swiftly my cock pressed into something. My eyes snap open as a flexible band of some type is pulled over my balls. A bit of gentle tugging and squishing to get my dick into the cylinder of what seems like a metal cage and the ball strap tightens. I gasp, looking down again at my—shocked and tingling—caged cock.
I’d seen something similar in porn, but I’d never expected to experience it. My eyes fly to Ink and she has a dangerous grin on her face.
“Good omega, so pliant and sweet. Now, get on your hands and knees.”
I hesitate, mostly from shock—literal and physical—and the ache in my balls.
She growls, the sound diving through me. “If a cage to keep you in line doesn’t work, fierce edging and total denial for a turn or three probably will.”
