I moan, my cock jerking in my cage. My balls throb a bit, but since I finished last night, it’s not too bad.
I want to ask Zilas a million questions, but part of me is worried that will be frowned upon. To ask the other male, instead of the alphas.
Eventually, nature calls.
“Can you take this off?” I ask.
“Fuck no. I don’t want to end up in one.” He looks shocked that I’d ask.
“I just mean... to use the bathroom. I need to.” My skin heats, reddening. I’ve always been inclined to blushing and sunburns and such.
“Oh,” Zilas whispers. “No, you piss through it. If that seems icky to you, you can rinse off after.”
I blink hard, my gaze going to the wooden ceiling and the bluish vines draped there.Okay, maybe I’m not sure about this. For sex? Sure. All day, every day? I don’t know.
Zilas chuckles, leaning in and his mouth meets mine. I marvel again at their split tongues. He’s quite skilled with it.
He rumbles softly, not a purr, but a deep sound of need, “Come suck my cock, omega.”
Need flutters through me. But I hesitate.
“C’mon now, cutie, you’re expected to serve your pack.” He grins, his handsome face boyish and inviting.
I find myself smiling back. “The alphas won’t mind?”
“No, of course not,” he responds easily. “It’s your place in the pack, omega. As Azane leads and Inken keeps us in line.”
“What is your job, beta?” My voice is flirtatious, and he responds to it with an indistinct sound.
“We are a bit of an unusual pack, I’d say, Tristan. But in my–short—time with Traex, I’ve taken over the cooking and some of the care roles. This is not normal for a beta, per se, unless they are helping the charax... but... things are changing, I believe, and for the better. Perhaps betas will be allowed to fill, officially, the roles for charax and ufura some day.”
I roll that around in my head.
“I thought they... you...we...moved here to be closer to traditional Celnoe society?”
Zilas looks thoughtful. “This is true, but what we want to connect with is the sense of community, sense of... family... that we lost in the move into large cities that happened generations ago. Setias is more about community, and less about traditional pack roles.”
As I process that, and its correlations to the shithole I left behind, Zilas curls his fingers in my hair. “Now, back to my cock, omega...”
I gaze down at his cock, a deeper blue than the rest of him. The head is round and flat, like a horse-cock toy. I swallow dryly. He’s on theverylarge end of human males and my mouth waters at his rich raspberry scent.
“C’mere sweet boy,” he rumbles, “Serve your pack mate as omegas are intended. I know it gets that smooth little caged dick of yours hard to be used.”
My mouth drops open at his filthy talk even as my cock twitches.
“See, there we go,” he responds, hand going to the back of my head.
I laugh and let him pull me to his cock. I lick up the wet head to his sounds of pleasure.
Soon I’ve got him deep in my mouth, drool running down his gigantic cock as I try to deep-throat him. His hand plays gently in my hair as he growls and moans. His enjoyment is obvious, and it’s making me harder.
Suddenly a hand cups my caged dick and I smell something minty.Inken. My stomach swoops, worried for a second, despite Zilas’s reassurances.
But she starts to purr even as I smell the sugary scent of Azane. “Sweet little slut. Good omega, seeing to your pack’s pleasure. That’s your job, kitten. To use your mouth or that tight little hole for our pleasure whenever we wish it.”
Her hand tightens, and I cry out around Zilas, but it’s not pain. It’s the most aching deep pleasure though with an edge of pain—because I am caged and not allowed to finish.
Zilas’s cum shoots down my throat and I swallow frantically. It’s more than a human male. More than the alphas produce through their strap-ons. I cough as I swallow and Zilas strokes my back.
