Chapter Eight
Inken
“Take it,” I growl roughly, my mechacock rubbing up and down Zilas’ ass.I’d already learned he enjoys a hard fucking.
I feed his grasping asshole my entire cock in one thrust.
Tristan’s eyes he watched the mechacock attach to my body had been something else. The large internal portion formed a seal around my internal pleasure center. My nerve endings tethered, creating the illusion of sensation throughout the cock. Mine was exactly as a male alpha’s: a blunt rounded tip, thick all the way down, a bulge near the base that will inflate for knotting an omega.
While I’ve shoved my knot in both Azane and now Zilas, the mechacocks are biodesigned; they only inflate for an omega, the same as a male alpha’s knot. I pull my hips back and start to rail Zilas. His back arches prettily as I use his hole for my pleasure.
“Oh please, alpha,” he begs, the best obedient beta I could have ever imagined, “Please release for me. Use my body to feel good.”
“Don’t worry, Zilas,” I growl, my body slapping against his thighs, “I am, my good boy.”
I quickly approach the edge, and I catch a whiff of Tristan. His dark, gooey scent invades my nostrils. Zatura, I want him too. I want both my good boys bent like this, little assholes glistening and ready.
I wrap my tail around Zilas’s cock as I fall off the edge.
“Ebondenn, please,” he whimpers as his hips rock.
“Make a mess, beta,” I snarl, riding him hard and tight as I let my orgasm roll into a second.
He twitches and moans, cock jerking in my tail as I pound him.
I slow my thrusts, and he leans down on the flat of his arms, panting. I look at Tristan, whose huge green eyes are wide in shock. I smirk at him as I methodically work my cock in and out of Zilas.
“Azane, love,” I purr, “Come get up this needy, wet ass and show our omega how well-behaved pack members are treated.”
Zilas makes a happy noise and wiggles his bottom even as Azane crawls over, hand on her cock.
“Tell me what you want, beta,” she purrs, kneeling next to me as I pop merely the head of my fat cock in and out of Zilas.
“Your pleasure, alpha.”
The best beta, I swear to Goddess.
“Will me pounding your ass please you?” she questions.
“If it makes you finish, yes, alpha.”
I move back, and Azane spears Zilas smoothly. He groans, rocking, ready, open.
I crawl to Tristan, who smells good enough to eat right now.
“I read,” I say conversationally, “that humans’ bottom secretions may carry bacteria and microorganisms and we mustclean ourselves after using your pretty little hole. That’s not the case for Celnoe, I’d like you to understand.”
His odd green eyes meet mine and he nods. My eyes drop to his groin. His cock cage is appropriately tight. I had not believed it when the sexual needs clerk had handed it to me, seeming entirely too small. I place a hand on it and he whines, hips thrusting in the cutest way.
I laugh. “Oh, omega, it’s going to hurt much more before it gets better.” I lace my fingers in his red curls. I remove my hand and gently pull off the seeing pieces he wears.
“Now, suck my cock,” I command as I press his head to the mechacock.
“But—”
He takes it though, mouth stretching wide. I shove him down again, the scent of him, and my love, Azane, and our new pack member Zilas putting me on edge. I need to get off again. My pussy aches and I thrust my dick into Tristan’s throat harder.
Fuck, I can’t wait to knot him. We should knot his mouth first, my reading indicated. Help awaken his omega instincts. Hopefully soon, for I am dying for this little human.
