He was anxious and stressed from—everything. Wrung out and sore and fearful from what was happening to him.
But right now, there was nothing he could do to help himself.
So Asher kept his eyes closed and allowed himself to experience a modicum of pleasure.
Chapter 6
“Oh, shh, I think he’s fallen asleep. Speared open on your cock during bath time, the sweet little thing.”
“It was an exciting day for him. I’m not surprised he’s tired. He came from such hardship.”
“Our poor little love… but we have him now. He’s ours to take care of and cherish.”
“Yes my mate, he is.”
Asher was muzzily aware that he was being moved, but the heaviness in his limbs made it too difficult to try to open his eyes. His hair feltwonderful.Damp but clean, with none of the itchiness that had often plagued him while living on Journey-5, without the products he was used to. It was pulled back from his face and secured, the braid a comforting, familiar weight.
He still felt stretched and sore, and though at some point he’d been fully lifted off the cock that had been filling him to the brim, something else had taken its place. Plugging him up and… keeping Trenet’s come inside him.
He wrinkled his brow and kept his eyes closed as he dug his teeth into the gag still in his mouth. He didn’t want to think about that. He just wanted to stay warm and floaty, in that half-asleep place where nightmares couldn’t hurt him.
He vaguely registered being laid down on something wonderfully soft, and he couldn’t help sleepily rubbing his cheek against the fine, slippery fabric. It was slightly cool, which was welcome after the heat of the baths, and he sighed a little at the luxury of lying on something so comfortable.
“Look at him. Krish, he’s so precious.”
A large hand settled atop Asher’s head and started to gently stroke the damp strands, taking care to keep from pullingtoo hard or mussing Asher’s braid. After a time, the hand moved to stroke Asher’s cheek, and Asher turned his face into the caress.
There was a sharp intake of breath from above him.“He’s feeling so good.”The growl of Dreshtian speech was more of a murmur.“Aren’t you, little love? We made you feel so good.”
Asher kept his eyes closed and let himself drift, only vaguely registering the soft growls and hisses that had to be Trenet and Vrayl talking quietly.
“The missive from the Match agency says that making sure Asher is given adequate nutrition is vital, but because he came from such hardship, he might still be feeling residual stress from his time without proper care. It could take time for him to believe he’s safe now, that he can finally live the life of a proper yshain.”
“So what can we do? Of course we’ll give him anything he desires, but… my heart, if he won’t eat…”
“The Match agency is going to express us a shipment of venigash. If he’s still refusing food tomorrow morning at breakfast, we’re to start giving him venigash every other day. That will at least give him the nutrients he needs, as well as help to regulate his system. And since venigash help adjust a yshain’s body in preparation for a Season and many years of future Seasons, being filled with them so regularly will let us more quickly bring him to the heights of pleasure as frequently as a yshain needs.”
“That’s wonderful! Thank goodness the Match agency has such a good solution. I was so worried.”
“I know. I was too. I’m thankful the venigash will help.”
“And oh, he’ll look so lovely… full to the brim and round with them...”
“Our beautiful little Asher.”
Asher stirred at the mention of his name, but the hand just continued petting his hair, occasionally moving down to massage at the base of his skull. It felt so, so nice, and he hummed out his pleasure at it.
“Such a sweetling. He looks so happy. I only wish for him to always feel this happy and relaxed.”
“About that—the Match agency also had another suggestion, to help Asher deal with his stress.”
“Anything!”
A low chuckle.“Of course. And this is easy, but they said it would make a world of difference to helping him feel safe and secure. They suggested that we change his jahin. That he might be getting overstimulated, after undergoing such a big change in being rehomed.”
“That’s a fantastic idea—yes, we can order new jahin and have them delivered first thing tomorrow. Did they have any recommendations of what to give him?”
“Yes, a couple things. A takan, to make sure he’s always full of one of us; that would go far in reassuring him that he was safe here, that he would never be without pleasure again. And a kanto to cover his eyes, so he doesn’t have to have any other stimuli but being filled.”
