I’m lost in the dance of our tongues when I hear Inken declare Tristan’s punishment over. I pull back gently from Zilas.
Climbing out of the nest, I grab the next size trainer and lubricant. As Tristan’s crying slows, I sit on a wooden stool. “Come here. Crawl,” I demand.
Still sniffling, he does, his caged cock clinking.
“Poor, wet, punished little omega. I’m going to help you release. In fact, I’m going to take your cage off as I do so. Kneel up,” I order, pointing in front of me.
He does, again his skin a flaming red. I lean in and carefully remove the cage and ball strap, cautiously avoiding touching him lest he lose control.
“Over my lap,” I command.
“Yes, alpha,” he whispers before he climbs up. I spread my thighs so his little cock is between my legs, untouched.
I tug his trainer out, and he groans, shivering.
“You may release as often as you wish, while I have you here,” I say kindly.
Zilas sits on the floor in front of us as Ink stands behind Tristan. I lubricate the last trainer, slightly smaller than our cocks, perhaps the same size as Zilas’s but with the uninflated knot of an alpha at the base.
I press it into his hole, purring loudly. His hips rock even as he moans, sounding a bit pained. “I know. It’s so big, isn’t it, wedari? It’s alright, you can take it.” I thrust in and out, leaving the knot outside his body.
He whimpers and the wetness of his release squirts between my spread legs. “Yes,” I purr, “Poor horny omega, about to hit his first heat, hm?” He lifts his ass up for me, whimpering.
I keep fucking him, and quite quickly he wets my legs again. “Yes, you can take it, my little omega. You’ll take it all for me, won’t you?”
He nods frantically, his reddened ass thrusting back up onto the trainer.
“You want it harder, kitten?” Ink purrs from near me.
“Yes, alphas,” he cries out, his hips working frantically.
Ink snaps to Zilas and he crawls to her as I work Tristan harder.
“Little slutty hole, wet little omega, dying to be bred,” I growl.
Another release, as Tristan cries out loudly.
Zilas’s face is buried in Inken’s pussy and mine twitches. I dearly wish to use my mechacock and fuck all three of them.
My omega’s hormones are affecting me as well.
I pop the knot of the trainer into Tristan roughly, and he cries out, a weak orgasm hitting him.
“Good boy,” I purr. “Are you done?” I ask, giving the trainer small thrusts, keeping the knot inside his ass.
“Yes, yes, thank you, alpha,” he gasps weakly.
I pull the entire trainer out and watch his hole gradually close. I grab the lube. “That means two more.”
I fuck him hard and fast with the trainer, his hole stretching easily, his voice hoarse and hips rocking, but this time, away, oversensitive, his body nearly empty of seed. Which is what I want. It’ll help kick off his heat. An omega full of seed when their heat hits is a disaster.
Ink sits on the floor, spreading her thighs; Zilas repositions himself, on his belly, to continue eating her. Ink curls a hand around one of Zilas’s small, upright horns, but she is watching our omega’s cock, to be sure he’s empty, no seed emerging as I fuck another orgasm out of him.
His cries as he releases are high pitched and almost pained. Certainly over-stimulated.
“He still squirted from that tiny cock of his,” Ink purrs.
“I knew it would be two more. You little liar,” I tease, “Not wanting your alpha’s cocks.”
