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It rolls and moves deep in me and I moan, clit throbbing. Zallan moves and I realize he must be under the table. The fork in his tongue rhythmically laps at both sides of my clit at the same time. I squeal, on edge. Something curls around my ankle and I am not sure who’s tail it is.
“Here,” I hear Nara say, distantly and then quickly, something large is stuffed inside my cunt. I arch up as much as the hand on my back will allow, screaming out an orgasm. My heart pounds and I feel my skin pebble. My muscles tense, then relax, my hips trying to rock onto Zallan’s tongue even as I come down from the hard orgasm.
Zallan purrs. The vibration of his purr passes from his face into my body, almost like a low-speed vibrator and I think I might have died and gone to heaven as the toy inside me starts to be driven in and out. Suddenly, as I close in on another orgasm—between the vibration, Zallan’s tongue, and the toy fucking me—the toy in my bottom is tugged out and starts to fuck me at the same pace.
Oh holy hell, I think, whining and shifting, flexing up and down on my toes, not sure how I feel about this new development, but then my pussy clenches down in waves as the orgasm takes me.
“Good omega, that’s perfect,” Nara’s calm voice murmurs. “Give your alphas one more, sweetheart,” he commands gently.
Zallan’s tongue doesn’t flag and those battery bunny commercials flit through my mind. I bite down an awkwardly-timed giggle. Even as I try not to laugh, I whimper, rolling my hips out, as Zallan’s tongue works me hard. Both toys are worked in and out, fucking me at an even pace that hits all my spots. I shiver, pushed closer to an orgasm.
Back on Earth, I’d sometimes finish more than once, usually with women—and yes, I realize how stereotypical that is but it’snot my fault women are better in bed—but certainly not every time.
These guys, damn.
I cum again, holes gripping the toys that are being worked in and out of me, hands upon my skin, purrs and praise surrounding, along with their indescribable scents. I press my face to the table, panting as I slowly start to relax. The trainers are pushed into me, to my whimpers.
I’m carefully rotated, and pulled up to Wells’ chest, his strong arm banding around me. “She needs a bath,” he says, waving at Nara, “I’ll get it.”
I look down at Zallan, who’s on his knees, looking a bit stunned.
“You two take care of our aleron,” Wells continues, “He needs it, we can’t have him enter rut.”
Chapter Thirteen
Wells
When Ry and Nara were finally finished taking care of Zallan, the three of them entered the omega’s suite to find me curled around a sleeping Elizabeth. She was snuggled under the covers, her thick, rich hair still braided, face relaxed, a tiny smile playing at the edge of her lips.
We had had a peaceful, quiet bath. She had asked several questions about our planet and pack life as I had carefully washed her limp, relaxed body.
The rest of the pack slipped into the nest silently, all nude. The careful, near-silent movement as they settled around us caused a sleepy grin upon my face. I had rolled and rubbed my horns against Nara as soon as they were curled up with us. And then, we all had an afternoon doze, blissful and relaxed.
I AWAKE TO QUIET TALKING. Zallan has rolled onto his side and is speaking with Elizabeth. I sit up, stretching, as I catch up with the conversation.
“So do you useanyform of currency?” She asks, obviously in the middle of a discussion of our monetary system.
He nods, “Yes, we use planet minerals that occur naturally, but not commonly. We have a complex system of tokens, called leelus, that indicate...” He shrugs here, trying to explain our completed system which is very different from her capitalisthellscape, “Owing help, when needed, but that is all. We are a cooperative system, believing that the good of one is the good of all. But our system is not perfect, we have individuals that have strayed too far from our original goals. That is one of the reasons Ry and I wanted to get out of Figate, our capital city.”
Elizabeth looks at Ryson, his arms around Nara as they both sleep, and the look on her face softens.
“He’s not that bad,” I quietly murmur, chest hurting for Ry and how our omega doesn’t care for him.
Her eyes flick to me. “Oh, I know,” she responds quickly. “Just the idea of someone needed to ‘enforce’ me just rubs me wrong.” She lifts her shoulder.
“Hm,” I say, turning so I can face her and Zallan. “Maybe just think of him as... your cultural teacher? So you learn how to react to things on Celnoe?”
Zallan smiles, head dipping to rub his horns on Elizabeth in an exceedingly familiar gesture. “That’s a great idea, ufura, love.”
Her head turns between us, her gaze warm. “Okay, I’ll try.”
“Good omega,” Zallan rumbles.
And at that simple praise, her cunt heats. I arch an eyebrow, looking to Zallan.
She whines, “Ah, fuck, I hate that!”
“Hate what, baby?” I ask, smiling.
