Maybe there will be the berries again,he thought hopefully. He could eat those, and they had beensogood. Not especially filling unfortunately, but they had briefly calmed the cramping pains that had plagued him for the last few weeks of winter on Journey-5, as he’d had to ration his food stores more and more.
Vrayl took a seat on one of the chairs and then fiddled with his clothes, adjusting his pants in a way Asher couldn’t really see from the way Trenet was holding him. Then Vrayl held out his arms and Trenet lowered Asher down.
He only had a moment to register something blunt and hot nudging at his hole before Vrayl was pulling Asher down into his lap, impaling Asher on his cock in slow, inch by inch increments.
Asher wailed as Vrayl’s cock bullied its way inside his body, writhing as each inch breached him. It was so much. It was somuch.And while Asher was still open from having Trenet inside him all night and Vrayl’s cock was slick with something that eased the way, Asher hadn’t been expecting to be fucked right here at thediningtable. He was stretched and so sore and sensitive that being fucked made all his nerves yell, but it was the surprise, the shock of being taken before they ate that hurt most.
Vrayl seemed maybe a tiny bit less thick than Trenet was, but Vrayl’s cock seemed to go on forever. It felt like he was in Asher’s rib cage,and Asher’s chest heaved as he fought to get air, fighting to inhale as he was filled and filled and filled.
After an eon, it finally stopped. Asher was fully seated in Vrayl’s lap, his slim thighs resting atop the Dresht’s much larger ones. Gulping air, Asher slumped back against Vrayl’s chest, completely and utterly drained from what he’d just taken. After several long moments, he registered the fact that Vrayl was talking. Mostly because Asher heard his name.
“What a perfect yshain you are, Asher,”Vrayl was saying.“Taking your pleasure so beautifully and relaxing so well. Now, I’m sure you’re hungry. We have so much for you to try!”
Vrayl’s hands came up and then behind Asher’s head, and before Asher knew it, there was thebeepsound he recognized as the gag being unlocked.
Asher scowled and dug his teeth into the ball of the gag, shaking his head for good measure. He didn’t want the stupidgag, but he also didn’t want it out of his mouth if that meant they were going to try to feed him dishes that could be made of any number of things.
Like the toys that Dresht were no longer interested in playing with.
“Sweetling, I know you don’t want to be without your humshus,”Vrayl said.“But you need to eat. You’re so thin. It’s not healthy for Humans to be so thin.”
“We’ll give it right back to you after the meal, little love,”Trenet said, reaching forward and giving the strap a tug. Possibly a gentle one from the Dresht, but strong enough that it made Asher release the ball gag from between his teeth.“There now, why don’t you have something to eat?”
Trenet held up something that looked sort of like a biscuit, brown and square in shape. Baked, maybe? But with a spongy texture. Asher couldn’t begin to guess at the ingredients.
He shook his head as Trenet approached, clenching his teeth tightly since he didn’t have his gag to act as a barrier.
Trenet reached for Asher’s face with the hand not holding the biscuit. Was he going to force Asher’s mouth open? Make Asher eat whatever the biscuit was, whether Asher wanted to or not?
“I can’t!” Asher burst out as Trenet palmed his cheek with one massive hand. Before Trenet could force the food into his mouth. He had just the last presence of mind to switch to his much more limited Almari instead of Universal. “Please! I-I can’t eat!”
Trenet’s brow furrowed as he looked from Asher to the biscuit in his hand, and then over Asher’s head to Vrayl.
“Of course you can,”Vrayl said, nuzzling the top of his head as his arms came up to encircle Asher completely.“It’s yours, sweetling. Everything we have is yours.”
Maybe being held like this in Vrayl’s lap, with strong arms holding him close, would have felt more comforting if Asher didn’t currently have Vrayl’s cock inside him, making it so hard to think.
“Please,”he begged, turning his face away. “Please, no, I can’t eat.”
“If you don’t like the llaim, that’s okay,”Trenet said, handing the biscuit to Vrayl to eat and then picking up a doughy looking bun that was a deep orange color.“What about a bite of senma? It’s an airy bread filled with a savory synth meat in a sweet sauce. It’s very good and filling. Won’t you try some, Asher?”
Asher whimpered and kept his face turned away. Everything smelled so good, but he knew what meat smelled like. He knew recipes that used bone flours. He couldn’t chance eating anything while he was still unable to understand or be understood. And he didn’t know if refusing to eat again at another meal would make Trenet and Vrayl angry with him.
“Maybe try the olo?”Vrayl said, stroking his hands up and down Asher’s body. It could almost be mistaken as an attempt to soothe, if Asher didn’t have the last day’s experience in how much they liked touching him.“Something more familiar. Our poor scared sweetling...”
“You’re safe here, Asher,”Trenet said next, plucking up a bowl from the table.“You’re safe with us. You never have to worry about anything again. We’ll provide for you, little love. We’ll take care of you.”
Trenet held out the bowl for Asher’s inspection. It was filled with… leaves. Bright red in color, but—leaves.
Something else Asher could eat…?
“This is olo,”Trenet said, holding up a leaf. It was small, maybe half the size of Asher’s palm.“It’s grown in the water and harvested when the leaves are young, so that they are crisp andsweet. Olo grows so fast that one plant can be harvested many, many times a cycle.”
Olo.Asher was able to pick up that word twice. Was that what these leaves were called?
“Olo,”he tried hesitantly. And then, because he didn’t know the Dreshtian word for it, he said in Almari, “Yes.”
Trenet smiled at him and immediately held a leaf up to Asher’s mouth.“That’s good, Asher. That’s so good.”
