His pretty red head bobs as he works my cock. I place a hand on the back of his head to hold him still as I thrust. His caged dick twitches and leaks. I lean down, running a finger over it. He moans deeply around my cock and I shiver from the vibration. I scoop up some of his lubrication and bring it to my mouth. He tastes like he smells: rich and decadent.
I look to Azane as I hear Zilas cry out. I pull Tristan’s head up gently. “Watch our beta, kitten. This is how good boys areallowed to release.”
Azane’s slender hips work hard behind Zilas, her eyes closed in pleasure. She begins to moan, getting close. I grin, and wiggle my body, reminding Tristan of my cockhead in his mouth that he’s rather ignoring. He starts to suckle again, eyes locked on our pack mates.
“Oh fuck, that’s good, omega,” I whisper, the sensations translated directly to my pleasure center, “My head is so fucking sensitive, I’m gonna shoot in your mouth.”
“Please, please, alpha,” Zilas begs, bouncing his body back on Azane’s cock. “Finish for me?”
“Yes,” Azane growls, back arching as she tenses. Her orgasm is long and her breath stilted.
She bends over Zilas, kissing his back. “Use my cock until you release all over the nest, sweetheart,” she murmurs.
Zilas’s berry scent hits my nostrils and I grab Tristan’s head, shoving it down. “Drink my pleasure, omega,” I snarl before I groan out a hard orgasm, my muscles tight and pussy throbbing in relief.
I hear Zilas finish, and Tristan startles on my cock, trying to pull back.
“No,” I snarl, holding his head. “Swallow.”
He does, luckily for him, and I gently raise his head. His watery eyes meet mine. “I was just surprised, alpha,” he says roughly. He clears his throat.
I tilt my head. “Do your women not produce liquid?”
“They do, just not like that. Not when wearing a strap.”
“A strap?” Azane asks from where she lays curled around Zilas.
Tristan gestures. “What we call those. But... yours are much more advanced. Nerve endings and jizz and all that.”
The three of us chuckle.
“Nor that large,” Tristan adds.
“No larger than an alpha male,” I say flatly.
Azane stretches. “Are you going to up his trainer?” She slips out of bed and opens the woodstove door, tossing in some fragrant milkousa leaves.
“Yes. I want to fuck him as soon as possible,” I answer, then direct Tristan, “Hands and knees, kitten.”
He obeys easily and I run my nails up his thigh. “Open that cute little asshole up for me,” I purr as I smoothly tug the trainer out. He squeals, body tensing.
I growl.
“Please alpha, I need to cum,” he begs sweetly.
“Their word for releasing,” Azane murmurs to Zilas.
A chuckle slips out as I add lubrication to the next size trainer. Larger than a human dick, but still much smaller than mine. “I don’t know, omega, your behavior...” I trail off to his pitiful moan.
“Oh, Ink,” Azane admonishes, “It’s his first day. Be a sweet ebondenn. Show him how much he’ll love obeying. Besides,” she crawls into the nest, laying on her belly near his dick. “I want to watch.”
I chuckle. “For you, baby, anything.” I press the tip to Tristan’s asshole. “Relax this little hole of ours. I’ll fuck you with this trainer and if you can release from that, I will allow it.”
He nods frantically into the bed, having dropped low on his arms. “Yes alpha. Thank you alpha.”
I press hard, popping the head in. But, given this is still a small trainer, I quickly slide the entire length into him. He squeals.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he mumbles.
