“You simply need more practice, omega. We’ll get you trained up in no time. I always have more seed for you.”
Azane purrs, “Yes, but you’re putting it up the wrong hole, Zilas. Feed his hungry little ass next time.”
My cock throbs and I am afraid I might lose control for a moment, between their hot talk and Ink’s hand still holding me. But she lets go, sitting up, as if she could tell.
“Up we get,” Inken says firmly, standing and grabbing her trousers.
AFTER I HAD TO BENDover the chair for Ink to remove my trainer so I could use the ‘necessary room’ and then getting bent back over and it swiftly reinserted, we head downstairs, Azane in front of me, Ink and Zilas behind. When we hit the ground floor, I look left and right repeatedly. The intricate, curved front door is centered in front of the widely-spiralling staircase, the ennihas tree growing in the middle.
I hear Ink chuckle. “Azane did an incredible job. All the houses in Setias are required to be environmentally benign, have gray-water systems, incorporate natural features, and meet certain set-back regulations.”
I step to the right and Azane stops, reaching for my back. She places her large hand on my lower back as she makes a reassuring sound.
“That is the library-slash-living space, omega. The kitchen and dining areas are in the opposite direction. I showed you yesterday, but I believe you were a bit out of it.”
I let her lead me left and as the ceiling opens up, obviously to the part of the home not under the turret, my breath stops. It’s incredible. The ceiling is window panes, angled downward. I can only imagine making muffins here in a rainstorm, candles lit and my pack around me.
Plants are tucked everywhere: hanging in front of the windows, atop the green-painted cabinets their vines supported around the room, centered on the large table in the middle of the space, hidden against the back counters that are made of what appears to be a pretty brown stone. The leaves are shaped similar to plants back home, but most lean to blue and orange shades.
Lights hang, a shade that looks like glass, over each. A huge arched wooden spice shelf, for lack of a better word, is above the double woodstove-looking thing. Some kind of tiles line the wall there, and wooden counters form a huge L shape along the walls.
I turn and look at Azane. A tiny smile plays on her lips.She’s right, I didn’t catch all this detail yesterday.
“Sit, omega, let me make you something to eat,” she says, eyes roving over me like she hadn’t had me as putty in her hand earlier.
Ink snorts, “Like he’s interested in burnt hyras bread. Let me.”
“Hush, both of you talentless alphas,” Zilas chirps, gently shouldering by us into the kitchen. “All of you sit, I’ll have tea in a moment and breakfast in a wink.” His tone is playful, and I watch the flex of his ass under his loose trousers.
Azane takes my elbow, leading me to the long table. I sit gingerly, given the trainer up my ass and the snug cage around my genitals.
She settles across from me as Inken sits next to me. Her hand lands on my thigh, and I’m glad they let me put on soft trousers. I rub my hand across my chest, a flutter of nervousness winging through me.
“What are your markings, omega?” Inken asks.
I pause. “Oh, mytattoos. I got my half sleeve done... six years ago?”
“This word ‘year’ translates to ‘one trip around the star.’ Does that sound right?” Azane asks.
I grin. “Yes, that’s right.”
“Why the markings?”
I shrug. “It felt right. Like I needed it.” I rub my hand over the black line-work.
“And the facial lenses?” Azane asks gently.
Again, I pause. “Oh, my glasses!” I chuckle. “I need them to see clearly.”
Zilas makes a noise. “Does your planet not have corrective surgery for such things, Tristan?
Ink snorts, “A class C planet for near-intelligent life? Not likely.”
I should be insulted, but really, fuck Earth.I wonder what they’d say if I told them we had to pay for healthcare.
“Would you like it done here, omega?” Azane asks gently.
I shake my head vigorously. “No, thank you. No knives by my eyeballs.”
