The senchr finally slid free, and Trenet’s fingers returned to Asher’s hole, this time coated with that warming slick. Asher whined around the gag as Trenet worked the slick into him, allowing himself, for the first time, to sink into how good it felt. It was such an intimate place for another person to be touching, but Trenet’s fingers were big and gentle, rubbing and massaging Asher from the inside in a way that made pleasure trickle down his spine.
He made a disgruntled sound when Trenet pulled his fingers free, making both Dresht chuckle.
“I think our Asher expects something of you, my mate,” Vrayl said with a smile as they began to walk into the bathing pool.
Trenet answered with a smile of his own. “As is his right, and my duty to provide.” And he took a seat on the ledge.
Vrayl brought Asher forward, turning him and positioned him so he and Trenet were chest to chest and a familiar, blunt heat pressed right up against his hole. Another moment andTrenet’s cock pushed inside, sliding in with little resistance after the senchr, the slick, and Trenet’s clever fingers.
Asher’s eyes fluttered shut as he was pulled down onto Trenet’s lap and made to take his thick cock, moaning around the gag in his mouth as he was filled.Fuck.He hadn’t realized how strange it had felt to be empty, after days and days of having Trenet or Vrayl inside of him. He’d woken up with the senchr but Trenet was always so, somuch.The senchr didn’t compare.
“Beautiful,” Vrayl murmured into his ear, making Asher shiver. “Look at you, taking your pleasure of our mate.”
Our mate.Like Asher was really, truly a—a part of them.
“Beautiful and sweet,” Trenet said, a rumble kicking up in his chest that Asher felt all the way through. “Our perfect yshain. Every moment with you is a blessing, little love.”
Asher whimpered at hearing such an endearment again, startling slightly when he felt a touch to his back. He realized a moment later that it was a cloth. Vrayl had started to bathe him.
Being able to understand them, being held secure in Trenet’s lap, being able to know that they truly were trying tocarefor him—Asher had all but forgotten about his fear of the water, even though he still was gagged by the humshus and his arms were still bound.
Andohbut it was so easy to sink into the feeling of being cared for and luxuriate in the gentle way Vrayl washed every part of him, him and Trenet showering Asher with praise the whole while.
“Now your hair, dear heart,” Vrayl said, still speaking low. Moments later Asher felt fingers start to untwist his braid, then sink into his hair and begin to finger comb through it.
The moan that dropped out of Asher’s mouth was soft, possibly because he was half-asleep under the ministrations. He hadn’t really been able to enjoy the baths he’d been given up until this point, too out of his mind with terror. Now he dozedin the water, the thick cock inside him securing his place in Trenet’s lap, Trenet’s arms around him doing their part too.
As Vrayl began to wash his hair, Asher nuzzled his cheek against the smooth scales on Trenet’s broad chest, and let out a happy sigh. It felt good. All of it, it felt so blissfully good.
“Look how soft he is,” Trenet said quietly to Vrayl after a time. “So soft and sweet and happy.” A large hand rubbed pleasingly over Asher’s low back as his hair was rebraided, and Asher hummed contentedly, sucking on his humshus simply because it felt nice to do so.
“All this time…” Vrayl sounded upset. Why? “All this time, all his stress, and it was simply because he couldn’t understand.”
“I know,” Trenet said, deep voice still quiet. Solemn. “A hard lesson to learn, and one our poor Asher had to bear the brunt of. But at least… at least it won’t happen again. When there next is a yshain rescued, the testing facility will ensure an up-to-date translation implant.”
“I know, I know, I just—our poor sweetling.” Vrayl actually sounded near tears. “And—and why he won’teat.I can’t—”
Asher roused himself from his pleasant drift and opened his eyes, angling his body as much as he was able to look up at Vrayl. Vrayl seemed taken aback to be suddenly blinking at Asher, and he was quick to cup Asher’s face. “I’m sorry dear heart, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Asher shook his head and then deliberately nuzzled into Vrayl’s hand, letting his eyes slide to half mast. Because… because yes, Trenet and Vrayl could have checked that Asher could understand them, but Asher could have done more to try to communicate to them that he couldn’t. The moment they’d discovered that he wasn’t able to understand what they were saying, they’d gotten it fixed.
Maybe Asher was too quick to forgive. His youngest-older sister always despaired of his inability to hold a grudge. Afterall, it was still true that Asher was sort of captive here. That the Dresht wanted him to be theirvessel.
But he was also beloved here. Sweet and precious and perfect.
To Trenet and Vrayl he wasn’t a secret. He was someone to be proud of. He waslittle loveandsweetlinganddear heart.
Asher found, even amidst everything that had happened to him so far, everything that had been done, being seen asvalued…
That meant a lot.
Chapter 15
Once Asher was squeaky clean and dry once more, Vrayl and Trenet took him to the bedroom. The lights were set low, but Asher still looked around with interest. He’d never really seen this room before.
The bedroom was large, absolutely enormous by Asher’s standards, but dominating the space was an equally large bed. Big enough certainly for two Dresht, even if they had a slight and small yshain to hold between them.
Asher shivered in anticipation as Vrayl set him down on his back in the middle of the large, comfortable bed. He was looking forward to that, he realized. He quite liked being held—always had. He’d been an affectionate child, always giving and seeking hugs, and he’d grown into an adult who sought out the same.
