“Already going to make a mess?” I ask, as I pull the trainer out, watching his little hole close before I shove it back in.
He squeaks again and answers, “No, not yet, alpha.”
“Of course my omega needs his ass pounded to finish,” I purr.
“He’s making such a mess though,” Azane says. “Come here, Zilas, don’t you want to watch too?”
He chuckles and lays with her, tail over her back.
I fuck Tristan with the trainer at a steady pace. He whimpers and makes noises that are pleasurable.
“Use that tail on me, beta,” Azane whispers, thighs spreading.
“Oh, yes, alpha, I want your cunt to grip my tail,” Zilas rumbles happily.
Tristan’s head snaps up, eyes searching for them.
I fuck him harder. “Focus on that release, omega,” I purr.
His hips rock. The tiny articulated cage around his cock clinks merrily as his cock flops around. His balls are pressed out and up due to the flexible strap around them. A whimper escapes him as he bounces his ass on his trainer that I now hold still for him to use.
“Messy boy,” Azane growls, her own orgasm obviously close. Zilas and Tristan’s pheromones have us on edge as well, it seems.
Zilas whispers, “Take a little more for me, alpha.”
Azane’s quiet panting from her orgasm is not obvious, as at the same moment, Tristan’s head rises, back curving beautifully as he cries out his release, ass frantically fucking his trainer.
“Good boy, omega,” I breathe.
“Oh, so cute,” Zilas says, “a tiny bit of lubricant.”
I pop the trainer up Tristan’s ass as he squeaks, balls still twitching. I grab my cock and jerk it frantically, spinning my fist over the blunt, round, sensitive head.
“May I?” Zilas begs.
I turn towards him and he—hurriedly—opens his mouth. Tristan has flopped onto his side and he makes a happy sound as I squirt for Zilas. I tense, hips thrust forward.
When my eyes manage to open, Zilas’s forked tongue curls out, licking around his lips and chin to clean my mess.
“Fuck,” I purr, as I collapse into the nest. “What a wonderful pack I have.”
Everyone makes agreeable sounds. My heart swells as my eyes close.
Chapter Nine
Tristan
The next morning, I wake with a warm appendage over my belly. I blink hard, yawning, but trying to be still. So I don’t wake my pack mates.My mates.
Holy shit, I’m an alien omega.A grin breaks across my face. I look down and see it’s Ink’s tail over me. I touch it tentatively.
It’s soft and smooth, almost like a strong calf muscle. I stroke it and she twitches. She’s still sleeping though. I rub her tail, up and down, as I breathe in the slightly humid air, still scented with the incense Azane had put in the woodstove.
I turn a bit to look out the tall window and catch Zilas looking at me, his face soft.
“Morning,” I offer, voice low, not wanting to wake the ladies.
He breaks into a full grin and raises his hand to cup my face. “Careful touching our tails like that, cutie, they are pretty sensitive.”
