Page 19 of The Accidental Omega
Nara hands slide over the different implements and I frown. I want to continue to use my hands to open Elizabeth, but I realize he’s right.
“Now, sweetheart,” he says softly, and I grin at his endearment for her. “I’m going to insert some trainers to help get you ready to take us.”
Her eyes blink open slowly, lax and heedy with pleasure. They land upon the box and widen.
“Oh.Oh...that’s what trainers meant... I... shit,” her voice drops quieter and quieter as she speaks.
“You’re nice and hot, wedari,” I murmur, hand stroking her thigh, “You’ll do just fine. Trust your charax. Now lay back and let us take care of you.”
She nods slowly, looking hazy—probably from our pheromones—and Nara and I both purr for her.
Nara’s hand lands on the second smallest of the trainers and I bite my lip. I would think the smallest, but I will not disagree with his assessment, as he knows more on this than me.
The pack structure of our planet has withstood ages. The only change has been to typically only take one omega—and that only if a pack is blessed—which only happened because Celnoe omegas died of the Red Paralysis. I grimace, wrapped up in melancholy thoughts, though our omegas left us generations ago.
“She doesn’tslick...” Nara says quietly.
“What?” She murmurs, lifting her head, braid sliding over her shoulder, “I’ve never been this wet in my life.”
Nara chuckles softly and opens a tin of lubricant. “I mean thathumansdon’t, no failing of yours, of course. So that simplymeans I’ll add lubrication. Some planets’ omegas produce no fluid at all, it is not a hindrance.”
She blinks, taking that in.
“Lay back,” Nara commands, as he readies the trainer. It’s shaped much like a Celnoe alpha cock, but instead of thickening at the base, it instead dips inward before flaring out with a loop for grabbing, or attaching to straps, on the end. It’s a soft polymer, but without too much give.
His hand covers her little cunt and she whimpers and rocks.
“Needy, hot little omega,” I say lowly, pleased with her desire.
Nara’s hand slides, dipping two fingers into her, to a squeal from her.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, don’t stop,” she begs, just as Nara slides his fingers out.
Ry adds, from where he’s buried inside Wells, holding still, forcing Wells to come back from the edge of release, “Sounds like edging might be a good punishment after all, the way she begs to be bred.”
Wells lets out a whimper, head hanging low between his elbows propped on the edge of the chair.
I chuckle but Elizabeth lets out another squeal, this one much angrier. I turn back to her.
“Stop that!” Her face is indignation personified.
Nara’s first finger is in her tiny bottom hole that I had just recently lapped at. Nara chuckles and slides it out all the way before entering her again. She sits up, to my surprise, as Nara starts to thrust slowly but steadily in her bottom.
“I... I don’t want this. Not right now at leas—” she cuts off, eyes on the trainers. “Those are fuckinghuge!”
We laugh and I sit up, kissing her soft cheek. “So are we, wedari. We must teach your body to accommodate your mates.”
“But why...” She squirms, frustrated.
I chuckle. “Ohh, omega, you didn’t think we wouldonlybe breeding that little pussy of yours, did you?”
The look on her face says very clearly that she did.
“Lay back,” Nara says firmly, still fucking her ass with his finger. She doesn’t move, except to shift her hips.
“You had better listen to Nara before I decide you need the punishment more than Wells,” Ryson snarls.
She drops flat without another word.
