I grin. “Zilas will leave his seed in your ass. Occasionally omegas can get pregnant outside of a heat, but it is very unlikely. So our best chance of impregnating you is during your heat.”
He nods, silent and looking at the table.
“Birth?” he near-whispers.
I look at him and suddenly realize the emotion that is flowing off him. “Why so afraid?” I blurt.
Silence.
I’m about to ask again when he clears his throat.
“It is... dangerous for our women. They can die in birth. It’s painful, and scary, and dehumanizing–at least sometimes, due to the doctors.”
I frown, putting my hand on his shoulder.
“Painful, yes, as the birth starts,” I respond. “But you’ll be whisked to a care center. There will be no pain at that point. And we’ll be with you, and we’ll all see our kit for the first time together.”
“How... how...” he again trails off.
“Human women give birth vaginally, often,” Inken supplies. “And the ones who don’t may have hard recoveries from their brutal surgeries. But all omegas here, Tristan, give birth via abdominal escape. It’s normal, safe, surgical. You’ll be awake and in no pain. Our medicine is much advanced, remember?”
He nods, looking relieved. “Alright,” he quietly responds.
We sit in silence for a few minutes as we finish our tea.
I’m about to suggest a short hike—to teach Tristan some plants we forage—when there is a firm knock at the front door.
Ink jumps to her feet, using a simple hand gesture for ‘stay.’ I place my hand on Tristan’s bare leg, so he doesn’t move.
“Aside from me not wanting anyone to see my gorgeous omega nude,” I explain, “an alpha that is not yours might make you nervous, this close to your heat.”
“Oh,” Tristan whispers as his hand lands on top of mine. His fingers gently press in between mine and curl. I look down, head tilting. I raise an eyebrow, but he says nothing. His wonderful rich smell increases gently though, so I know he is pleased.If this pleases him, we shall do it often.
Ink returns, lips pursed. “Nap time, pack,” she declares.
WHEN I AWAKE FROM OURnap, Tristan already has his eyes open. He’s whimpering, hand over his cage, hips rocking the tiniest bit.
“What are you doing?” I growl but cringe as I do.If he’s close to his heat, he likely is struggling.
“Alpha, I’m sorry,” he starts.
Ink sits up, wiping the sleep from her eyes. “Poor, horny little omega,” she purrs.
“You are not allowed to give yourself relief,ever,” I say sternly as Ink climbs out of the nest. “But mostcertainlynot near your heat. An orgasm without our pheromones will result in a harder, more painful heat.”
Ink tugs him out of the nest gently and bends him over it. “Five lashes,” she says gently, “For you certainly knew you were to ask us. But after, we’ll let you release.”
She pulls back her arm, belt in hand. I am a bit worried about his delicate human flesh, but she is a good alpha. She would never permanently harm him.
He begins to sob, openly, loudly, at the third blow.
“That’s right, kitten, my sweet little emotional omega,” Ink purrs before belting him again.
Zilas curls up next to me, his hand landing on my thigh. “May I eat your perfect cunt, alpha?” he whispers.
I growl, hips shifting. I want his tongue in me, but I want to take care of Tristan as soon as his spanking is over.
“Soon,” I purr, leaning down to kiss him.
