Every breath was a mixture of agony and bliss. That bundle of nerves inside him received constant stimulation, lighting him up, and thevenigashand Trenet’s cock pressed so deep within him that Asher felt them with every swallow.
He was touched elsewhere too. His back was stroked, warm, firm sweeps up and down, interspersed with claw tips gently running up and down the bare skin. His neck was massaged, his hair unbound and played with, fingers and combs carding through his waves, no doubt made wavier from the twist they had been in before.
It all felt so delicious, making Asher shiver with pleasure, a juxtaposition from the ache in his belly and deep inside the core of him. He’d spent three long, lonely years on Journey-5, without the touch of another. With his sight and autonomy taken away, it was all too easy to sink into the simple delight of being touched, and touched with such gentleness.
He sucked on the gag in his mouth, moaning around it whenever Trenet changed position, driving his cock deeper into Asher’s body. At some point he and Vrayl must have taken a seat somewhere, because Asher could feel how he was now sitting in Trenet’s lap, as opposed to just hanging in space but for the way he was secured to the Dresht as his living cocksleeve.
Dimly, he registered the fact that Trenet and Vrayl were speaking to each other, though their growls and hisses blurred together into simply a background sound.
“This was such a good idea,”Vrayl was saying. He was behind Asher again, and that was who had to be playing with Asher’s hair.“He’s calmed so considerably. You just needed to feel safe and secure, didn’t you, little love. Krish, so soft and sweet for us.”
“Such a happy little yshain,”Trenet growled low as big, warm fingers touched Asher’s hole, feeling out where he and Trenet were joined. Asher whimpered and twitched his hips as much as he was able, not sure if he was trying to move away or trying to take those big fingers too.“Built for pleasure. Such a perfect treasure.”
As fingers and claws and tails continued to caress him, as Trenet and thevenigashcontinued to fill him up, someone’s hand, warm and slick, closed around Asher’s cock once more, somehow hard again even amid everything. Coaxing him to spill.
Asher was helpless but to obey.
Chapter 10
Asher cuddled further into Trenet’s chest, rubbing his cheek against the smooth, soft fabric of the top the Dresht was wearing. Trenet was walking again, bouncing Asher on his cock with every step, and Asher groaned softly at the feeling of that thick cock fucking in and out of his hole. How long had it been that they were like this? Asher had no idea. He wasn’t sure he even wanted to know.
When Trenet sat again, the change in position pushing his cock even deeper into Asher’s body, Asher’s cry was muffled by both his gag and the way he had pushed his face into Trenet’s big body. He felt more than heard Trenet chuckle and close his arms around Asher in a firm embrace before the Dresht let go, though he kept one large hand pressed securely over Asher’s back—able to span almost the whole of it.
The sounds of conversation floated through Asher’s ears, as well as clinking sounds that were… utensils on plates, maybe? Were Trenet and Vrayl eating a meal?
Asher’s thoughts were syrupy and slow, but now that it had been brought to his attention, he realized that he hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since theoloat breakfast, and that hadn’t been especially filling. But he wasn’t hungry or thirsty at all now, and breakfast had to have been hours ago, if only because Trenet and Vrayl were eating again.
Now that Asher thought about it, hadn’t they also had something to eat earlier, when they had been outside? Asher had felt the sun on his skin and a pleasant breeze flow around him, along with distant sounds of unfamiliar animals, so he was fairly positive they’d been outdoors. He was certain Trenet and Vrayl had had a snack or meal at some point then too.
It stood to reason that this might be the third meal of the day, and thus it was even later than Asher imagined. If the Dresht followed a typical three meal a day structure, that meant that he’d been cockwarming Trenet for the entireday.
He waited for them to remove his gag so that they could try to feed him, but as the meal progressed, nothing happened. Trenet and Vrayl kept up a conversation while they ate, and Asher was left alone.
He was glad they weren’t trying to feed him. He didn’t want to have to deal with how hard it was to reject food, but aside from that, he was already full. With thevenigashin his belly and Trenet’s cock plugging him up to keep them there, there was no room left inside Asher for food.
That didn’t really explain the lack of thirst though. On Journey-5, fresh water had thankfully been plentiful, as long as Asher avoided the streams where fiffrant’n flowers floated on top, since the flowers and their secretions were mildly toxic to Humans. He’d spent less time being thirsty there—it was the hunger that came for him and wore him down. There had been plenty of days that Asher had quenched his thirst and then continued to drink, in a feeble attempt to trick himself into feeling fuller.
Certainly that wasn’t an issue for him now.
But why wasn’t he thirsty? It made no sense. And with nothing to do and no additional stimulation while Trenet and Vrayl had their meal, Asher puzzled over this, worrying at his gag with his teeth.
While he still didn’t want them to take stupid gag out because he didn’t want them to try to feed him, his jaw ached. The ball in Asher’s mouth wasn’t overly big, though it still muffled him effectively, but keeping his mouth open for such a prolonged period of time without rest wasn’t the most comfortable.
They’d have to pry the dumb gag out of his mouth though. He was too full to eat anything at all, evenoloor those berries. Thevenigashfilled him completely.
Wait.
A sudden thought came to Asher. Was that it? Were thevenigash… truly filling him, somehow? Slaking his hunger and thirst?
Asher supposed it… could make sense. That there was some sort of advancement there, in the purpose of thevenigash. But… why?
Was it truly to nourish him? Because Asher wouldn’t eat?
Asher shifted around on Trenet’s lap, suddenly restless. No, that was ridiculous. Trenet and Vrayl had bound and blindfolded him and stuffed him to the brim, and then Trenet had fucked into Asher’s hole, turning Asher into a living cocksleeve. He’d worn Asher the whole fucking day. This was just another way to humiliate and degrade him.
“He’s starting to get fussy,”Trenet rumbled, smoothing that large, warm palm up and down Asher’s back.“Probably ready for bed, aren’t you, little love.”
“And having the venigash inside him means he won’t need to use the facilities, so we can skip straight to bathtime,”Vrayl said, his growls sounding oddly cheerful.“And I’ll get to wash his lovely hair again.”
