Asher bit his teeth into his gag and squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to think about what he could have had. What he’d lost, in becoming a captive here.
“I’ve been thinking,”Trenet said, rubbing Asher’s back.“You know how I mentioned that Eral and Ronet are going to be taking their yshain on a vacation to the Falls?”
“Yes, of course,”Vrayl said as he continued to comb Asher’s hair dry.
“Maybe some change in scenery would be good for Asher. The climate and flora at the Falls are quite similar to Journey-5. Perhaps it might help him finally start to feel safe if we take him somewhere familiar, but show him how it’s safe now, how he’s safe now, with us. Especially if we continue to use the takan and other jahin to show him that we’ll always be with him. That he’ll always have us to care for him.”
“My smart, smart mate,”Vrayl said.“That’s an excellent idea.”
The hand left Asher’s back.“Then I’ll book us a cottage right now. We can leave tomorrow. An extended stay might be best, don’t you think? Spare no expense.”
Vrayl laughed.“Of course not. Not for our wonderful Asher.”
Chapter 11
The next morning unfolded much like the previous day—or so Asher thought, since he still couldn’tsee.Trenet and Vrayl had taken off the blindfold for bedtime, and had unstrapped him from the—thetakan;Asher had heard them use the word enough to think that that was what the thing was called, that kept him attached to Trenet. But in the morning, they’d put the blindfold right back on again, for all that Asher had cried and shaken his head and tried to protest.
From there—he wasn’t sure what was happening. He wasn’t offered the chance to relieve himself, but… for some reason Asher didn’t need to. He also wasn’tfullanymore. Thevenigashwere no longer inside him. Had they dissolved? Had he absorbed them?
Had… had Trenet or Vrayl taken them out while Asher was sleeping?
He didn’t know and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. So all he did was sit there, docile, as Trenet held him securely while Vrayl combed and braided his hair.
Once that was finished, he was carried to breakfast. There he was once again sat on Vrayl’s cock—it had to be Vrayl’s, for how long it was, howdeepit reached inside Asher.
Breakfast was miserable.
Without his sight, Asher had no way of identifying what it was they were offering him. He couldn’t tell whether or not the food was a plant or something prepared, and he couldn’t take that chance. Scared that they would try to pop a morsel into his mouth if he opened it to protest, all he could do was repeatnoin Almari over and over again through clenched teeth. He didn’t even dare try to demandolo,because how was he to knowthat they’d actually give him the leaves, or switch them out for something else?
He couldn’t know because he couldn’tsee.So he couldn't risk it.
Eventually, his gag was pressed to his lips. Asher opened for it, tears running down his cheeks. He was so furious and frustrated and tired of being terrified of every little thing.
“I don’t understand,”Vrayl said from behind him. He was palming Asher’s belly again, empty of thevenigash,as he and Trenet ate their own breakfast.“It’s so obvious how much he wants and needs his humshus. He’s so eager for it. But his stress levels increase each time we give it back to him.”
“Remember what the missive said? Jahin can sometimes cause elevated stress levels,”Trenet replied.“A yshain so used to unsafe circumstances can sometimes be uncertain about offered respite. And our poor little love still has such trouble believing he’s safe.”
“I hate that he’s refusing food,”Vrayl said.“It must be so hard for him. I’m glad we have another dose of venigash to give him tomorrow.”
Asher jolted.Venigash?Were they going to put more inside him? They’d done that yesterday after breakfast. Was he going to have to now live with that fullness every day?Couldhe?
Except Trenet and Vrayl finished their breakfast without mentioning them again.The fallswas repeated over and over, whatever that meant, along withEral, Ronet,andyshain.
Asher had heard the wordyshaina number of times now. Whatever that was had to be important.
When they were finished eating, Vrayl purred and encircled Asher’s hips with his big hands, bouncing Asher in his lap until Vrayl spilled inside him and Asher came all over his stomach, without even a hand on his cock. A warm, wet tongue that had to be Trenet’s licked up his spill, and then Asher waspicked up and turned so he and Vrayl were chest to chest. Asher was lowered back down on Vrayl’s cock, the fabric of thetakancoming up to surround him again.
Asher couldn’t help the bitter, helpless sounds that escaped him as Vrayl began to walk, fucking in and out of Asher’s sensitive hole with every step.
***
There was no indication that anything about the morning was different—or at least, nothing that Asher was able to pick up on. He had only been with Trenet and Vrayl for two days, so he had no idea what their routines were like.
Except this morning the two of them seemed more active than they were yesterday. Vrayl was moving, reaching, bending, every action making Asher whimper. Trenet seemed to be doing lifting—and there was the sound of something rolling along the floor as Vrayl moved.
Finally, Vrayl was seated again, both his arms coming to encircle Asher as the Dresht nuzzled the top of Asher’s head.
“We’re on our way, little love. I just know you’ll love the Falls.”
