Page 21 of The Accidental Omega
I literally hear the toy pop inside her and she screams as I suckle her clit. Her legs shake and I realize she is finishing. I work her harder and see Nara quickly feed the rest of the trainer into her stretched bottom hole, the narrower neck settling into place before her cries of pleasure die off.
“Good, wedari, so fucking good for us,” I say as I lick my lips and look up at her.
“Holy hell,” she mutters.
“‘Hell’ does not translate,” Nara says as he lubricates the next trainer, having wiped his hands with a cleansing towel. Our information packet had said cleansing was needed for bottom play with humans. Something about their bottom excretions not being antibacterial.Odd, but not a problem.
I look at her gorgeous, round face. She’s not fully with us, eyes half-lidded.
“Now that wet little cunt,” I purr.
Nara presses the exact replica of our cocks, just smaller, into her cunt smoothly. She sits up, gasping, knees dropping outward.
“Atta girl,” Nara praises. He slides it in and out a few times. Her skin pebbles again and her eyes close.
“She is going to release again,” I say softly.
“No,” Ryson barks, Wells now on his knees, working Ry’s cock with his mouth. “She’s had plenty for right now.
She whines, head turning towards him. As Nara starts to attach the harness, she drowsily murmurs, “I’m not sure I like him.”
Nara chuckles, “Many omegas have a fraught relationship with the ebondenns.” He shrugs, “Depends on whether their species are naturally submissive. Planets without alphas seem to have a harder time with pack expectations.”
He straps her into the harness: black, supple Tuxiel hide that runs up her outer ass cheeks to hook to a waist belt, and down to hook to straps around her tiny, soft thighs. The front we had custom made to widen out to cover her soft, unprotected sex organs.
Elizabeth looks down, shifting her hips. “I just... have to keep these in? And not cum?”
“A human word for releasing,” Nara explains.
“Yes,” Ry, and I say, at the same time.
Nara explains further, “Your holes need to learn to accommodate our cocks. They will, but it takes training.”
She looks unimpressed but nods.
My sweet little omega, settling right into pack life, I think proudly.
Chapter Eleven
Ryson
Our omega is stuffed full and dripping wet.
I turn back to my fourth, sucking my cock for all it’s worth. “Swallow, Wells.”.
As well he should, having neglected his duty by introducing us to our new, perhaps terrified, omega.
His punishment is to be used for release, without his own release. He responds exceedingly well to denial, I had learned quickly.
Nara? He needs public sharing. Or the threat of such, for bending him over once at the village center, late one evening, with no one milling about, was enough to keep him in line.
I had always hoped to be a second, an ebondenn. Something about my ability to read folks, and desire for order, made me perfect for it. I knew this even as I hit puberty.
Zallan was always intended to be a first. That Daddy energy. He’s a caretaker, in a different way than a third. In a more protective way.
I’m so lucky we mesh well together, have since we were young. Perhaps we grew into our roles, since it was so expected. Matters not, as we are happy.
Wells leans back on his heels, tail tucked down and he drops his head, horns pointing at me.
