Trenet gave Asher a look that was maybe pleased.“Of course. Because we have a perfect yshain.”Then Trenet sobered and reached out. Asher tried to twist away but Trenet only tucked some wayward strands of hair behind Asher’s ear.“I shouldn’t have kept a senchr from you for so long so soon after you were rescued. I’m sorry, Asher. I hope you’ll forgive me.”
Asher stared at him, eyes wide. Name, that was Asher’s name, but what did itmean?Why did Trenet look so serious? Was he telling Asher what came next?
Vrayl’s tail slithered up the bed to curl around Trenet’s.“You’ll have to make it up to him at bedtime, my mate. By then he’ll need you so badly. This training senchr isn’t nearly big enough for a proper yshain. I’m glad the missive said we only had to use it through bathtime.”
Chapter 3
Asher yelped as Vrayl suddenly stood, cradling Asher in his arms as if he weighed nothing. The movement changed his position just enough for him to feel thesenchrinside him more deeply. It didn’t…hurtexactly, but the feeling of fullness was inescapable. And, as Vrayl started to walk, carrying Asher with him, thesenchrrubbed against that pleasure spot inside Asher in a way that had him whimpering and trying to shift to ease the pressure. He didn’t like how having something inside him was lighting up his spine when he was bound and gagged and captive.
Not when his spill had been licked up like something to be savored. Not when Trenet had so clearly been ready to—to take other parts of Asher into his mouth.
Asher still didn’t know why Trenet had stopped. He was scared to find out.
“Oh, listen to his pretty sounds,”Trenet said, voice a low rumble. He and Vrayl were both still naked, and Asher was unable to keep from looking at Trenet’s cock as they walked, which was still sobig,long and thick and dripping. Asher had never even seen a cock that wasn’t his own before.“Are you enjoying your senchr, dear heart? We’ve bought so many for you to try. We’ll size you up first thing tomorrow morning, after our coupling.”
Vrayl made a low-throated noise that sounded like annoyance, but looking up at Vrayl’s face, the Dresht was smiling. So maybe it had been a laugh? Asher didn’t know what was funny about any of this.“You’ll have to forgive our mate for his excitement, Asher. He’s just been eager to show you all your new jahin. We must have bought half the current catalogue!"
“Can you blame me for wanting to spoil our precious yshain?”Trenet said, growls taking on a distinctly grumbly quality.
“Of course not,”Vrayl said, with another one of those low-throated laughs.“And Asher will show us the things he likes best, won’t you, little love?”
Asher stared blankly up at Vrayl and wished, for the millionth time, that he could understand what was being said.
They passed room after room, but Asher could barely pay attention to the furniture or decor. His heart was still beating rapidly in his chest. It seemed as though there were quite a lot of rooms though, more rooms than Asher had ever seen inside a home before. There was also art on the walls, and shelves filled with dozens and dozens of trinkets. Asher wondered if maybe Trenet and Vrayl were well off, as far as Dresht went, or if this many rooms in a house was just typical for their people.
Finally they stopped in a room that was large and open, with what looked like a table in the middle, with several covered plates on it. It was surrounded by waist high, stone-like… chairs, maybe?
“Starting tomorrow, you’ll spend all your meals speared open on one of our cocks,”Trenet growled, sitting down on one of the stones. So Asher figured that answered that.“That’s a promise, Asher. You’re only going without tonight because you need to wear your training senchr a little while longer.”
Vrayl took a seat at the table too, Asher still in his lap. Asher could feel how Vrayl was still hard underneath him, hard and so incredibly present, and it took a few precious seconds for it to click what this room was.
It was a dining room.
Asher’s body reacted without any input of his brain, and he threw himself off of Vrayl’s lap. Vrayl clearly hadn’t been expecting Asher to move that quickly, and so Asher landed hardon the floor, knees and shoulder stinging from taking the brunt of his impact.
He tried to get up from off the floor, tried torun,but the mitts on his hands were still too heavy for him to lift more than a few inches off the ground. He made an attempt anyway, heaving himself up to a sitting position and trying to drag himself away from the table, but it was hopeless. Vrayl smoothly went to his knees in front of Asher and gathered him back up.
“Oh Asher, shhh, shhh, it’s okay,”Vrayl’s growls were softer as the Dresht nuzzled Asher’s hair.“You don’t need to fuss, I promise we’ll give you what you need. You only have to wear the training senchr through dinner and bathtime, that’s all. ”
Asher sobbed as he was lifted off the floor and once again placed in Vrayl’s lap, arranged so that he was sitting sideways, one of Vrayl’s arms curled around him.
“He seems so distressed by the training senchr,”Trenet said, looking unhappy. Asher blinked wet eyelashes as he wondered what Trenet was upset about. His mind came up with all sorts of unpleasant things. Maybe Trenet was annoyed at how Asher kept carrying on, for all that the gag muffled most of Asher’s cries. Maybe he was talking to Vrayl about how Asher should be punished for not being silent and still.
Maybe he wanted to finish what he started earlier in the bed, and—and take Asher back into his mouth.
“He’s spent a long time in an unsafe, hostile environment,”Vrayl said, stroking Asher’s hair.“I know you must be desperate to be properly full, little love. But you need to be patient just a bit longer.”
“We’ll both fuck you before bedtime, how does that sound?”Trenet smiled and leaned forward.“You’ll fall asleep filled with our spend, with my cock plugging you up, keeping it all inside. Won’t that be nice?”
“Best not tease him, my mate,”Vrayl said.“He still needs to eat first.”
“That’s right,”Trenet said with a sharp nod.“You’ll be able to eat as much as you want, Asher. We have plenty of Human-safe food for you. You’ll never have to go hungry again.”
Trenet stood and moved the covered dishes closer to the edge of the table where he and Vrayl could both reach them easily. Then he took off the covers, revealing platters of what unmistakably looked like food, bite-sized pieces of half a dozen different prepared and raw dishes, the scents suddenly more fragrant in the air.
Asher was all at once reminded of the fact that he hadn’t eaten in more than a day, and that when he’d last eaten, it wasn’t well. His appetite had always disappeared when he was stressed which had proven useful up til now, because he’d been too scared to be hungry. But now his hunger returned with a vengeance.
He shrank in on himself. He didn’t know if he was meant to eat any of the food on the table, but he couldn’t risk it. Not when he didn’t know what any of itwas.
