“I mean, it happened across all three of the Federation planets? Yours, Dosoria and Adreth... so...” He pauses here as I nip at his flesh. “That would make me think it was viral, but the spread seems so slow.” I lick a long stripe up his neck. “Alpha...” he trails off, his cute little ass pushing back into my body.
“Sweet omega, are you in need of a release?” I coo.
“Shit, yes, please, alpha,” he whimpers.
“We’ll see,” I growl, “But you certainly need a knot.” I slide away from him and tug open a lower cabinet, pulling out mine and Azane’s mechacocks. Passing her hers, I pull open my breeches. They settle loose on my hips and I eagerly put my cock inside me.
“On your knees, wedari,” Azane purrs.
Tristan drops like the obedient boy he is. I step to him and grab his hair, feeding him my cock.
I thrust slowly at first as he sucks me.
Zilas makes a noise of need, and I laugh. “You want to be knotted in the mouth too, beta?” I tease.
“No thank you, alpha,” he responds quickly.
Azane explains as she plays with her cock, “It’s to help fully awaken your omega biology. A good knot behind the teeth really does the trick, the manual says.”
I hold my omega’s face between my palms and fuck his mouth hard. His eyes are closed and the bliss on his face is evident.
I grit out, “Think he’s ready for Zilas’s cock up his greedy ass?”
“No,” Azane responds, but she heads for the door. “I’ll go grab the next size trainer though.”
“Alpha,” Zilas asks softly, “May I get myself off? This is so hot...”
“No.”
Tristan gags around my cock and my muscles tense at the tight grip. “That’s it,” I growl as I start to release. My cock squirts my fluids and I slam all the way into him.
He makes a startled noise, and Zilas drops to his knees beside him. I purr comfortingly, still holding his face.
“Swallow and breathe through your nose, omega,” I command.
“She’s going to swell, to knot you, but it won’t last long,” Zilas reassures him as he works a hard swallow over my cock.
Azane returns, adding her purrs. She drops beside him as my knot inflates. Another squeal from Tristan and I see Azane discard the smaller trainer.
A long, loud groan escapes Tristan.
My eyes snap open. “Don’t you dare finish!”
“It’s about this larger trainer up his tight ass,” Zilas murmurs quietly. “He’ll be ready to take me for sure once he can handle this for a period of time.”
I tilt his face up a bit, as I resist the urge to close my eyes in pleasure of the knotting. “You’re doing so well, kitten. Good boy. Keep breathing, it won’t be long now.”
The kitchen fills with the wet sound of Azane stroking the trainer in and out of our omega’s hole. In just a few clicks—much shorter than a knot up his ass—my cock deflates. I pop out of his mouth with an audible sigh.
“Fuck, I love being locked inside you, omega,” I purr.
He moans as Azane gets the trainer all the way in place, his hips rocking and little locked cock clinking. The three of us chuckle.
Azane comes around and offers him her cock, which he eagerly gobbles down.
“Such a sweet little cock whore omega,” I say as I turn to Zilas. I place my hand between his shoulder blades and press him down over the table. I kick his feet apart as he moans.
“Don’t play with yourself, but you may release while I take you,” I whisper in his ear. I shove my cock up his ass to his satisfied moan.
