The Last Omega in the Galaxy (Scales and Tails of Fate #1)

Chapter Five

Vil

Brain fried wasn’t half of what was going on in the poor creature’s head. It hit me right as Doc crawled out from under something, eyes wide. “ That is a Progenitor?”

“Seems so.” I brushed my fingers through tangled hair and lifted silky blue locks to my face to smell, taking in the cryogenic chemicals and the underlying scent of third gender. Whatever he was, if truly omega, made my dick way too hard. “Omega…”

Saying it out loud made it more real in my mind. I wasn’t a stranger to the concept of an omega. The Tal had a similar breeding setup with a male that could store the sperm of another while seeking another donor to mix and birth as their body deemed. It’d been tricky to navigate, but by making us chimera of the two, we were stable. And those of us who were true chimera, high-blooded hybreeds, were sterile.

“Hadn’t seen one in person before. Not too many of us have.” Doc went back to examining things he’d missed previously as the recent addition to our team slept. He was so beautiful. The way his scales transitioned, speckled and fishlike along his legs into taloned toes and such a slender, long tail. My own tail reached for his and twined the tips together, sending erotic pulses through my body, driving an inexplicable urgency to hoard the creature. My libido cried for him.

“Basically, they’re incubators, and since our genes are only two half nuclei, they’re a cellular donor and mRNA donor.” I’d been well versed. The two Progenitors were still around when I was born. They left soon after, having failed their mission and lost the envoy of eggs they’d brought. The lone survivor of which, had been…him. I traced fingers over his neck and collarbone. So delicate and soft. I wanted to bite down, to subdue and breed him.

I would, if I had my way.

Doc’s cocktail would only do so much. He needed the endorphins, the dopamine and oxytocin that only an orgasm could give. It’d restart his body and mind, snap him out of a trauma loop. I caught my hips flexing, wanting to feel some sort of touch of my cock against the bulk of him in my lap.

“You’re going to try your way, now, aren’t you?” Doc sneered at me. He was damned right, too. “Sex can’t fix everything!”

“Just most things,” I said, offering him a wide grin.

He waved me off in disgust. “Just take him. I need Gorm and Sarge in here to clean up and fuck me. Whatever sort of vibe you have going on with the Progenitor here has all of us on edge.” Doc waved his hands as if to shoo me away.

I gathered N03 into my arms and stood, the tips of our tails still intertwined as I opened the doors and spotted Gorm nearby, the spines down his back standing on end as he wielded a spot-welding torch like a club. I glared at him and earned a sheepish blink. “You, get Sarge and help Doc clean up and stay out of trouble.”

“Wha? But I wanted to see the new guy!” Gorm’s shoulders slumped and his spines lowered. I glared at him and he groaned. “Ughhh, fine! But I’m not topping this time.”

I dismissed him with a shrug and made my way toward my quarters, locking down all the doors as I pulled the gown from his body.

A softly toned torso belied little of what lay beneath the flesh. Tough scales speckled and swirled those fishlike patterns, soft as trout belly, in the way it was pliant to my touch. I didn’t hold back, my tail continuing its search and twine of his, even after I nestled him into my blankets and spooned around him protectively. I’d not do anything while he slept, but pressing up against him seemed fitting, tempting me with his scent. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and breathed.

The plump, featureless mound of his groin twitched in response, and my eyes hungrily focused on parting rows of scales and a glistening pink tip peeking at me. Internal genitalia. Definitely omega.

Progenitors…literally. I wanted to have him. I had to have him. The lizard part of my brain came to life, demanding I fuck him, lock our tails and rut like common reptiles. I would do it, not just because I wanted to but because I knew our genes better than most hybreeds ever would. We were sexual creatures by nature, designed to rut to solve our problems. Sexual dominance was everything, so when he squirmed in his sleep and pressed his ass back against my groin, I stifled a soft groan of pleasure. Even his own body knew what he needed.

My cock pulsed at my thigh and hardened down the leg of my shorts until I could struggle free of them, waking the poor male in the process.

Pretty eyes with irises the color of Mater Terra’s sky glanced precociously over his shoulder. He lifted a lip, showing a neat row of sharp fangs. My instinct told me that the omega was not a challenge, and I leaned in, baring my own larger teeth in display that made him twitch his tail to the side and wind in a braid with my own.

I pushed my hips forward and turned him into the mattress, nipping at his shoulder as I drew a hand around to his front to find his opening ventral slit.

Two things happened as my hand reached the entrance. First, his cock slid free, grazing my fingers as slickness coated them, a natural lubricant much like Tal third gender. Save for, as a Naleucian, he had a channel there, in addition to an ass I could fuck. Tal only had the one orifice. So much better.

I growled when he squirmed and brought my cock up his inner thigh, relishing his squirm and struggle until I had to snatch and hold one of his hands above his head, keeping him from crawling away.

“Submit,” I said. He could have told me no, could have refuted, but our instincts had us as he dipped his back and presented for me. Consent? Probably. Instincts said we needed this.

A trill rolled in his throat, a submissive noise one step from a mating call.

I fisted his cock in my palm, stroking the slick, leaking fullness of it. The way it pulsed sympathetically in my hand made me shudder. “You need to be fucked.”

He made the trill again, tail tightening as the base of his slit pooled with wetness that invited me to line my cock up. There, he could have used some preparation, my fingers or mouth. Anything but mindless rutting. I wanted more. I needed more. My hips forged my way in, cockhead glancing off his slickened opening. “Hold. Still.”

The trill in his throat sang the song of mating, and my mind whited out for a few long seconds as pain forced my mouth open wide. Drool pooled on my lower lip and dripped down his back. He squirmed, desperately attempting to use his one untethered hand to grab for purchase.

The moment he keened his low noise of frustration out, I snarled and forced my jaw down and over the nape of his neck where I bit, breaking skin without worry even as my tail spiraled his tighter. Spearing forward, my cock buried into his core to warm him from the inside. Reptilian as we were, a little cold could slow down thinking and many logical processes. So, there was no telling what processes his mind toiled with. He accepted me with a keen of pleasure and when my hand stroked his cock, his insides sympathetically rippled.

This is new.

I snarled into the flesh I held between my teeth and slammed my hips home again and again. I wanted to pump seed deep into him, to fill his womb, to baste his insides in my essence, claim him in a way that let everyone know how well I could please a man. That thought alone had my spine tingling, tail curling, and N03’s tail doing a strange undulation that had every nerve in my body firing off at once.

Like a teenager. I was going to come after a petty two minutes of humping. I clenched my jaw, relishing N03’s near feral cries as his hips dipped, back arched, and warm, slick flesh nearly sucked me in. “Gonna…” I couldn’t finish the statement as the pleasure crashed over me like a solar storm in the coldest depths of space. My hand stuttered, pumping over his cock that sent those pleasant milking sensations through his body. I needed more. I needed— more .

His clawed feet scrambled and spread, locking back behind me as I unloaded in fat, pulsing waves.

I wanted more.

I needed more still.

My balls drew up tight and if I wasn’t mistaken, a slick pulse over my hand told me that N03 had hit his first peak. A snarl broke free of his harsh, hissing pants while his body trembled, inner walls still milking my pulsing cock. “I—more.”

I pulled my cock free with a wet slurp, ready to give his channel a moment’s recoup, but the way his tail lifted and squirmed against mine distracted me until he had his other hole, strangely slick, too, poised for me to thrust in.

I’d never been with a creature with a mating channel and an anus that wanted both taken, let alone in the same session.

I pulled my hand away from his cock and received a snarl of displeasure, his free hand dragging mine back to continue my affections.

“I can’t take this hole without—you’ll hurt.” A thick grunt of pleasure caught in my throat when he pressed back, and I found new purchase to bite his neck and shoulder again, like I needed my jaw locked there. I needed to mark him.

“Many things have hurt worse. Breed me, Nefil.” His voice had a sharp edge to it that made the insult sting harder, and I pushed my hips forward to invade his inner walls.

His growl and hiss preceded clawing at the sheets, the slight rasp of tearing fabric no deterrent to my plunder. I slammed home with a thrust of my hips and hissed with pleasure. I needed to breed. I needed to come. “Not…Nefil.” I snarled wetly as my teeth clenched harder, breaking flesh with a bitter wash of blood over my tongue that made me forget propriety. The creature did things to me.

His snarl of pleasure turned into a rusty growl, head thrown back as those pale locks spilled and pleasure trilled out over the vibrations of happiness that ended with his tighter back entrance spasming around me and cock spilling over my fingers again.

Deeper. Harder. Mine. Mine! Lizard brain went on autopilot as I slammed my hips home time and time again until a harder second orgasm rose within me and my balls did something strange, raising up to empty. It did so in such a hard and forceful way that they practically burrowed into my body.

N03 shook his hips and coaxed whatever instinctive response rising within me until a painful swelling sensation made my cock kick. In turn, his hole grew fiercely tight.

Breed! Clutch! Demands from the horrid voice in my head barked out, making me jerk my hips at a punishing pace until N03 screamed his pleasure on the edge of insanity, drawing his entire form into a shaking spasm for long, hard minutes.

I released his neck in time to come harder inside of him than I’d ever come my entire life, firing load after load of searingly hot seed into his depths. The blood from where I’d bitten didn’t spread or pool, merely healed flush as a new pattern of dark speckles highlighted over his silvery one. My teeth. Permanent markings. The image ended the moment with a heavy realization of what I’d done. I’d scarred a Progenitor.

I jerked at my hips and found his insides spasming around my cock. Upon doing so, a tighter warmth pulsed at the tip of my cock, almost sucking against me until his tail loosened and I could fight my way free with a sharp pop and dribble of spilled fluid. And there, bobbing between my legs, was my significantly engorged cock, the base of which had fattened into a sort of pseudo-knot. “Holy fuck…”

N03 pulled away as his lightly gaping hole closed around a rivulet of cum tracing his thigh. Satisfied, he glared at me. I couldn’t blame him as he bunched up to the farthest corner of the bed and pawed at his skin and straight up licked at his arm in an almost-churlish manner before speaking. “Much better.”

“How’s…” I made a rather limp gesture at my head as I stood and backed away from him, trying not to process what I’d just done.

He glanced at the ceiling and then toward himself and shrugged. “This one is grateful but curious why Raziel’s progeny has chosen me.”

Focusing in on his eyes, I noted the emptiness in them, the distance, and it made a little more sense. He’d been conditioned. Militarized. Fuck. I was in for so much work.

Whether by implant or by meticulous breaking, his mind and self had no place amid the training. I wanted to reach out to comfort him, to apologize for what I’d done. I’d meant to pleasure him, of course, but that didn’t need to be breeding. It didn’t need to be so visceral. I could have sucked his cock or fingered him just as easily. An orgasm with those kinds of chemicals should have shut down the part of the brain stuck in a trauma spiral and whipped him back into place. It appeared to have worked, but his catlike tongue bath extended up his arm and over his shoulder, tongue mere inches away from where I’d bitten him.

“I apolo—” I started, but earned a huff of dismissal. “I’m trying to be serious. I didn—”

“Why did you choose this one?” He turned those empty eyes on me and lowered his arm, near posing on my bed, his posture elegant and as every bit godlike in appearance as the Progenitors had been.

His hair spread out over his shoulders, a tangled veil over slender features and an elven face so porcelain and pretty I fought the urge to have him again. Even at that moment, I gravitated toward him, my weight sinking into the mattress before I realized it.

His feline grace halted, and he stared at me dubiously, extending a single hand to lace fingers with mine. Closing the space, I reached for him. His pretty pink lips opened in a whisper. “Why?”

“Do you usually question your superiors?” I couldn’t answer why I’d taken him to my bed so viscerally, why I’d wanted him so badly, just that he was like me and needed it.

“This one does not usually, no.” He melted under my weight as I pushed him back once more and straddled his slender hips. I leaned down and kissed him on his lips. His sharp teeth bit my tongue, lower lip, chin, as our mouths migrated. He pulled back and ran his lips and chin along my neck and found my ear with a shuddered breath that made my cock perk back to standing.

“Then why question now?” I hissed and grabbed onto his hair and held him in place as sharp little teeth bared and nipped at my neck, teeth sinking into the flesh there with a whimper that I couldn’t decide if it came from mine or their throat.

“Because you have made this one your equal in all things,” he said, teeth trailing the tender spot where he’d bitten. Each prick of sharp fang over the wound made my body jerk. “And this one will allow no others to mount them as such again.”

I quieted him with a soft kiss that turned ugly, humming all the while he coaxed me into rutting him from the front.

We both needed it.

Badly.