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

Chapter Six

Noel

The brutish spawn of Raziel had done as was proper for a suffering omega, to breed them into submission. I’d not had a collar, though, and I was remiss not to ask for one before we engaged. With whatever they’d injected me with, and the hormones still blissfully coursing through my system, the slowed-down memories of the cryogenic chamber had dulled but were not gone. I didn’t think I’d be fine with staying in enclosed spaces anytime soon, or ever. I didn’t think I’d submit to the surgeries unprotested, again, but I would listen. I would obey in other ways.

What I hadn’t expected was for him to claim me, to mark me as his property, knowing nothing more than that I existed. And perhaps I was selfish when I marked him back, sealing the mating bond between us. After all, it was why omegas were obsolete. We were the key to forced monogamy. The teeth at his throat and the venom in my saliva would never let him react to another male like he had me. And the same went for myself. I’d never pine for another again while he still breathed. Perhaps he was set to kill me. If so, it was a silly thing to do, to mate an omega before disposing them. It’d take months to be able to regain uninhibited function again. It would serve him right though. I no longer wanted to be toyed with.

I wanted to be bred.

He didn’t stop at filling my mating channels. He kissed and suckled my lips as humans did, bred me from the front for recreation. And he did so with no urgency or drive to sink his cum into my mating channels or my ducts. The prospect of an egg didn’t enter the affections. He nipped and kissed me in vulnerable ways that I’d have never shown an alpha, nor any male that sought my body. Yet, I made those whimpers and trills for him. My body wanted to show him how much it craved his touches.

He needed a lover and had chosen one in me.

“Such strange customs are common, now. One supposes.” I stretched languidly below him, the desire to clean my body having faded. Though, I still wanted to cleanse myself and forge a nest for us. I’d no idea if he’d be fertile, a chimera. Would his haploid nuclei be siblings or unrelated? Clones? Parthenogenesis had done worse, I supposed. I had no idea how they’d made him, but as he spooned me with his burning heat, I enjoyed the attention, even as his hand stroked along my slit to tempt my cock free.

A whimper of pleasure escaped my lips as I spread my legs wide and lewd, luxuriating in large fingers tracing my slit. The fullness there needed only a flex of a muscle to push my phallus free.

Sharp teeth traced my neck. Sweet breath danced there before his fingers urged my slit open with such a delightful sensation that my cock slid out beyond my control into his cupped hand, where he stroked me so gently. It was as if he cared about my pleasure, wanted me to feel good.

I wasn’t accustomed to it. But that didn’t mean I didn’t like it. Perhaps it was destiny or some concept of universal balance that saw to the moment of happiness. “Why?”

“I don’t know. Watching you squirm is thrilling. And you have this absolutely addictive scent when you come.” The slow pace of his words didn’t match the gentle rock of his fist. My slick cock bucked in his palm until he leaned forward. His lips parted, teeth gleaming, and I had a bare moment where my scales rippled and nipples hardened before he descended on one with a flick of a too-sharp tongue. My eyes rolled back. Such sensations I’d never been given. My breath hitched, cock twitched, and unlike the many times before, I came in only a few breaths. Whatever his tongue did to my nipple had me driven mad with pleasure.

The orgasm hit me like a slap, watery cum shooting over my already messy chest. Some even landing on N01-5-2’s cheek. He hummed and lifted his head, darting that long tongue over his cheek to taste me. My tail curled, and I met resistance, still tangled with his.

“Never been with a Naleucian.” His deep rumble had my cock twitch and dribble an ultimate time before he leaned to kiss me, sharing my own weak and sugary flavor. We hummed through it before he pulled back, grinning.

“This one has not done so, either,” I attempted to offer, but he kissed me again, cutting me off before laughing, eyes alight as he pulled away. The endless darkness of them made my heart flutter. Unlike betas and omegas, alphas possessed no discernible iris, but part of him was beta.

Even if a technicality, an alpha has chosen me.

“You may identify yourself as individual, you know? The military that had you no longer exists. There is no nation.” He dragged a knuckle down the side of my face and my chest tightened. “I promise. No pressure, but you’ll find in time. There is no secret left unspilled, no leaders left to obey. We’re free.”

The pleasure of lust welled within me as tears pricked at my eyes, running over my cheeks in hot trails. The prospect was both terrifying and exhilarating. But still, he may have been free, but I wasn’t. I’d been uncaged and locked into another bond, but at least this one came with orgasms.

***

I woke in a twisted nest of blankets and curl of arms. N01-5-2 had curled around me protectively, tail around my hips, legs locked into mine. He nuzzled and snoozed like a child would, as if he’d—the realization hit me. There were none of my brethren left. Raziel and Nirem had left Earth after bartering me away in my adolescence. I’d never reached adulthood with my own kind, so even I knew little about what the Naleucians were. I only remembered Raziel’s, N01’s, disdainful stare. I saw hints of it in N01-5-2 but also some of the pity and wonder that Nirem held. His dark-red scales and eyes twinkled so sweetly.

Unlike either of them, though, N01-5-2 was blue. A rich, dark, cobalt.

In time, they would have harvested my anucleate cells and had progeny grown in artificial wombs for themselves. They’d have singed my glands and ablated my womb, leaving me sterile to prevent me from bonding.

A large hand traced my chest and sank down, fingers brushing the sensitive dip of my shallow navel. It made me shudder as I thought about potentially being allowed to nest and bear a clutch. Something an omega hadn’t been deemed fit to do since my birth. And surely not since after. Eggs were the exception rather than the rule, only sent with envoys to new worlds. Still, I’d craved it once my cycles started and rutted frequently, to no avail. But with one of my own kind, even if only in part, surely something might fruit. He was both, after all.

They’d look like N01-5-2, of course, bearing his blue scales and boorish size. I’d contribute little, save for underlying health. Though, it might not have been for naut because for an omega, I’d been told I was particularly bland in color. Alphas preferred brighter ones, and N01-5-2 was willing to overlook that, it seemed. “Thank you, alpha. This o—I will honor you.”

He snorted himself awake and the point of his chin dragged over my shoulder before resting there sleepily. His tail squeezed and released. “As long as you can keep me this spent and pull your weight around the ship—you’re golden.”

I wriggled into the fold of him to tempt him once more but earned only a rumble of laughter. “I think we’re good for now—” He hesitated as his claw tips traced the hill of my hip with a somewhat fascinated pace, as if my every speckle and scale were a priority to him. “Your name…”

“Noel,” I said, earning a soft whisper of my name in retort that made my vent strain and part, cock wanting to burst free for attention once more, as if he stirred me into a cycle. “Because I never got a name. I am N03-1.”

A soft gasp came in retort before powerful arms wrapped me tighter and buried me in his chest. “V and II for five and two. We just made it Vil. My brothers and I did the same with our names. N01-5-3 is Noct, for eight. Octagon, you know? We did that.”

I huffed dryly and squirmed. “Perhaps a trait of our blood?”

As my body relaxed once more, his arms slid beneath mine and hefted me onto his chest, and I lost all pretense of holding my cock back again. It slid out against his chest and I shuddered with absolute pleasure before earning a chastising nip to my lower lip and kiss that ended so innocently. “Let’s clean up. I want to introduce you to the crew without violence…or cum.” He glanced about us almost guiltily.

“Apologies are owed. I do not always react well when in an operating theater.” My hearts raced in my chest as I said that, pumping rapidly heating blood through my veins.

“Me neither. You’re regenerative, right?” The way he said those words made my shoulders pinch and the scent of protective alpha encompassed me. His spines rose and settled. “Thought so.”

“Doc is different. I don’t think we’ll do any harvesting. Sometimes I do—” His voice trailed off, and I stared into his dissociating eyes. “When money’s tight, sometimes I let Doc take some—they still sell…” He huffed a sharp breath, and I knew deep inside I’d sacrifice someday, too, to see him suffer less. Our pain would one day be shared, as Raziel and Nirem shared their souls, a bonded pair.

As the emotion welled in his face, he grasped me tighter and pulled me in for a punishing kiss, hands palming my ass to grind me into him. His behemoth size beneath me felt reassuring. “I will do as you need. You have chosen me, and I will bear that pain, too.”

“Easy with that whole ‘chosen’ stuff. You needed to rut. It’s fine.” Vil chuckled and drew me into another kiss as we rose as one, heading toward a door in the corner of his room.

Again, a reminder he may not have known. I held my breath but decided better of it. He’d figure it out. I already knew, so that was enough.

As if he didn’t understand his own instincts, he carried me into a tiled room with a sink and toilet joined into one tucked into the corner. The rest of the room led toward a drain at the center. A quick glance upward treated me to the showerhead, which took over nearly half the room.

“Merriel, 50c please.” Vil glanced up as the showerhead kicked on and drenched us in the first shower I’d had in so many hundred years. I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the feeling. I’d be clean soon, and so many horrible memories would be gone, too.