“And I believe, my heart, that you wanted to taste him? Like the missive said, his stress levels will stay within more normal ranges as he gets used to his pleasure without additional stimuli.”
“Oh yes… my smart mate indeed.”
Asher frantically brought up his hands, trying to make Trenet move his palm away. His hands were useless, his fingersstill constrained by the horrible mitts, but at least they weren’t so heavy that he couldn’t move them this time. He pawed at Trenet’s hand, but the Dresht was immovable. He kept Asher’s eyes covered completely as he kept up that slow rocking of hips.
Suddenly he felt the covers shifting back, baring him more fully to the room. Then the bed shifted slightly, as if Vrayl had moved.
The next moment, something warm and wet enveloped his cock.
Asher shrieked, the sound muffled but no less terrified for it. A mouth, a mouth, a mouth, that had to be amouth.A mouth around hiscock.
No, no, no! Please no!
Ever since he’d woken up a captive here, he’d known he was living on borrowed time. He just hated to see it end like this. He hated how much it wouldhurt.
Please!
Asher didn’t want to be eaten. Not at all, but certainly not like this, piece by piece, alive and aware to experience the horror of it.
The mouth began to move, adding suction and—andtongue, and Asher felt his eyes roll back. He was hard somehow, even with the terror, and he couldn’t lie and say that it didn’t—feel good.
It felt like it should have been impossible to enjoy a mouth on his cock, a throat swallowing around him, but… but there were no teeth. No biting or tearing, no pain. And all the while, Trenet continued his deep fuck into Asher’s sore, stretched hole, grinding against that bundle of nerves Asher had inside of him.
It was overwhelming and confusing and awful, Asher’s mind and body pushed to their limit, but it also felt so fucking good that Asher realized he was actually going to come like this, between Trenet and Vrayl, at the mercy of their ministrations.
“That’s right,”Trenet rumbled from behind him.“All you have to do is enjoy. Take your pleasure from us like a proper yshain.”
Asher realized he was making high, desperate sounds. That he was unconsciously moving his own hips, first forward, into Vrayl’s mouth, and then back, meeting Trenet’s slow thrusts. That he was spiraling higher and higher as he was totally surrounded by them.
“Good, Asher. That’s so perfect, little love. You’re so perfect.”
Asher couldn’t understand the words, but he heard his name in that low, deep growl, echoing through him, and before he knew it, he was coming with a muffled cry, right into Vrayl’s hot mouth.
He felt Vrayl swallow around him, tongue moving over where Asher was most sensitive, as if trying to coax out more come. Until Asher was panting, vision blurry, body boneless despite the fear.
And then… and then Vrayl pulled away, leaving Asher slightly colder.
“Lovely, Asher,”Vrayl said as a knuckle stroked down Asher’s cheek.“Just lovely.”
Chapter 7
Asher passed the morning in a daze as Trenet and Vrayl finally got up to greet the day. First Vrayl rose from the bed, pulling tasteful clothing out of a hidden closet and dressing. Asher was struck by the fact that Vrayl’s clothes appeared to be oddly modest, a pretty beige and gold tunic that covered the Dresht’s shoulders and arms, and a pair of pants that flowed down from his waist to cover his legs. There was an opening in the crotch of the pants though, that let his cock hang free, and Asher couldn’t help staring at it as Vrayl then picked up a loose tail of fabric attached to the pants, using it to tuck himself away.
So their clothes covered them, but gave them easy access to their cocks. Asher swallowed, not liking that thought at all.
Once Vrayl was dressed, he returned to the bed to sit on it, and only then did Trenet pull back, releasing his hold on Asher and sliding out of him, making Asher groan as he was finally empty again.
It was almost worse having Trenet’s cock leave him than it had been to have him inside, and wasn’t that just an awful thought? But Asher had had something inside him near constantly since yesterday—he’dsleptlike that. Now being without something in him felt… strange. Like something was missing.
He scowled at himself, not likingthatthought at all either.
“I know sweetling,”Vrayl said with a smile as he easily pulled Asher into his lap.“But you’ll only be empty for a little while, I promise. Today you get to have meals impaled on one of our cocks. No more training senchr! I know you’ll love that. And then after breakfast, we bought you your very own takan, along with some other lovely new jahin.”
From across the room, Trenet laughed as he got dressed, smiling at the both of them.“Telling him all about his new things, my mate? It could have been a surprise.”
“Oops?”Vrayl’s hisses sounded somehow playful, and Asher sighed, frustrated. Their language was so foreign to him; all he’d been able to glean so far was possible interpretations of emotion or tone. There were some words he could recognize as being repeated from yesterday, likesenchr,he’d definitely learned that one. But for the most part, he was still lost as to the meaning of his captors’ conversations.
At least understanding some emotion was something to work from. Like being able to see Trenet and Vrayl smile and know that it wasn’t an angry grimace or bared teeth. They seemed to express the emotions Asher had seen so far the way Humans did; smiling when happy or amused, frowning when upset. It gave Asher a better chance at knowing what to expect, as if they displayed anger, he was sure he’d bear the brunt of it.
