Esme coaxes him out of his shell

[Esme, meet Callum,] said Phaedra, entering the room. Callum stiffened, as did his member, when he saw Esmeralda. The Alfonian was not quite as tall as Phaedra, and thinner, too. She had a lithe, gracile build. Callum felt himself shaking a little with shame and trepidation. What would she say? Did she think he was repulsive? or... was she going to... jump on him? He stood with his hands folded behind his back and began wringing them, his fingers tangled in a sweaty, anxious mess. There was a bit of sweat running down his forehead, too. It was cold sweat. He looked pale, paler than usual for his fair complexion.

Esme stopped and gaped, drawing one hand up to her mouth. The human boy, Callum, was adorable! So small. So frail. So fair. And so soft. Her eyes roamed over his body, from hid cute, frightened little face, down his soft torso, and to his stiff little dick, twitching a little as he shook. Within her, there was a tug of war. The heat in her belly said to throw Callum on his back, mount him, and fuck him until he screamed. The aching in her heart said to wrap him in a blanket, warm him up, and cuddle the poor thing while feeding him a snack. The cold, rational voice in her mind said to wait for Phaedra to finish making introductions, and then gently coax him into an interaction. The third voice was the one that won out.

[Callum, this is my colleague, Esmeralda. She will be taking care of you in the future.]

Callum shivered, as much from the cold as from trepidation. Take care of him? What did that mean? He felt his cheeks burn with shame at the thought of being naked in front of a strange woman, even one as beautiful as the redhead standing before him. He looked at the green bodysuit and how it clung to her tight pelvis and first, middling breasts. The shame and her beauty both made his dick harder. He shivered again, wanting it all to end. How much longer was this going to go on?

Esmeralda looked at the tiny human shivering in front of her, and now the voice in her chest won out. She walked across the room, sat down on the couch, and then gave Callum a friendly smile.

[Hi, Callum!] she said, her psychic voice sounding bubbly and pleasant in his mind, [I'm Esme. Why don't you come here and sit on my lap, if you don't mind?]

Callum looked at her and took one step forward. Then he stopped. What was she going to do to him? Reading his mind, Esme said, [It's okay. I understand you're scared right now. I'm not going to hurt you, Callum. You can just come sit beside me if that's easier for you.] Upon hearing this, Callum stepped forward hesitantly, then, slowly and sheepishly, climbed up on the couch next to Esmeralda.

Esme looked down at him and sighed. He was obedient, certainly, but he hadn't taken to her yet. Goodness, the little thing was nothing but a ball of nerves. She would have to fix that now.

[Callum,] she said softly, [You look terrified. You're shaking and your shoulders are all bunched up as if someone's going to hit you. Are you okay?]

He looked at Phaedra uncertainly.

[Just answer her, Callum,] said Phaedra, [I would never let you into her presence if she weren't safe.]

"I..." he began, fidgeting with his hands in his lap. Esme reached over with one hand and pressed down on his hands to stop him from fidgeting. He reflexively put his hand in hers. She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and smile disarmingly.

[What is it, Callum? Go ahead and talk. You're safe.]

"I... I, um, well, I.. Uh..." he said. Esme noticed the burn marks on his arms and lightly brushed her fingers over them, then felt a jolt of sympathetic pain go through her as she processed the memories behind them. She released his hands. She put the arm closest to him around his shoulders, drawing him close. With her other hand, she tilted his chin up to look her in the eye.

[Callum,] she said, [Are you afraid of me? It's okay to say yes.]

"Yes," he said.

[Well, you feel however you feel, and that's okay. But there's nothing to be afraid of.]

Esmeralda looked at Phaedra, who nodded curtly in assent. Esme scooped him up and gently deposited him across her lap facing her, with his legs around her waist. One hand carefully rubbed up and down his back. She reached out with her mind and a tentacle descended from the ceiling, bearing a small piece of sweet, white cake. Esme took it in her other hand and held it front of his mouth.

[Take a bite, sweetheart,] she cooed, [It'll settle your stomach. I know you have a tummy ache right now. Just eat a little and you'll feel better, okay?]

Callum obeyed, and felt his queasiness beginning to subside. He shifted in Esme's lap a little. Well, this new Alfonian couldn't be all bad. She was a friend of Phaedra's after all, and he trusted anyone that Phaedra trusted. The cake was good, too. Esmeralda was much warmer than Phaedra. Less distant.

Esme watched the small human male in her lap eating the cake and looking gratefully up at her with his big, blue eyes. The poor thing. Not only was he an exquisite specimen, but he was exactly the sort that was preyed upon by less scrupulous Alfonians. A flare of anger bloomed inside of Esme as she thought of how other Alfonians treated darling little human males like this one. No regard for the humans' feelings or how much they were being hurt by cruel experiments. No regard for their dignity when subject to the sexual predation of powerful Alfonians. Not even any regard for their pleasure when they were being used by those horrible women. Esmeralda's eyes moistened when she thought of all the poor, defenseless little human boys and how they were exploited. She looked down and saw Callum looking up at her with a naive, trusting look on his face. Well! They could call her anything they wanted. They could call her bleeding heart or a sympathizer. The fact of the matter was that it just wasn't right to treat humans the way they were normally treated on Alfo Prime, and especially not shy, compliant ones like Callum. And she would never let anyone treat him as a sex toy or an object to be studied. Not even Phaedra!

After he had finished the cake, Esmeralda put her arms around Callum and squeezed him close to her, pulling him in as tightly as she could without hurting him. Callum buried his head in her shoulder and sighed, feeling her soft, warm hands rubbing his back. She smelled so good. Phaedra had a light, sweet scent. Esme's was darker, more musk than perfume. His cock throbbed almost painfully with the smell of her. It was overpowering.

[Do you feel better, sweetheart?] she asked, rocking him a little.

"Y-yes. Thank you, Esme," he said. Gosh, Esme was just so nice! Phaedra was gentle, but it was a very confident, calculated sort of gentleness; Phaedra touched him in a way that suggested she knew exactly how to do it. With Esme, there was something hesitant and questioning in her hands, as if she were always worried about hurting him.

[You're welcome, honey] she said, [I think we should have a little fun now. Don't you?]

"I... what kind of fun?" he asked. Esme said nothing, smiled, and reached for the front of her body suit. She drew her finger down the front in a straight line. The suit parted as if unzipping, although there was no visible zipper. Callum found himself staring at her chest, the edges of her round, perky breasts visible where the suit had parted.

[Do you like that?] she asked teasingly, running her fingers lightly up and down his bare flanks, [Are you thinking some evil thoughts, Callum? Some naughty thoughts?]

"Uh...." he said, blushing furiously. Esme had to suppress both a physical and a psychic squeal. Oh, he was so precious!

[It's fine. I'm not shy. You can look all you want. You can even touch me there if you like. Put your hands there. Or your mouth. However you want.]

Callum looked over his shoulder at Phaedra. To his surprise, her face was lightly flushed and her pupils were dilated.

[Go ahead, Callum,] she said, standing with her hands behind her back for some reason, [I don't mind. I'd like for you and Esme to enjoy one another.] Then she added, in a psychic voice that only Callum could hear, [But no matter what you and she do together, always remember that you are mine, Callum.]

And yet, as soon as her turned back and buried his face in Esme's breasts, Phaedra took her hands out from behind her back. She slid one up under her tunic and began fingering herself. The other one darted up to her breast. She pinched her nipple and it took all of her discipline to keep a needy whine from escaping her mouth. Watching him suck Esme's breasts, and watching Esme have her breasts sucked by him, was just so hot. They were both partners who had submitted to her, Callum more so than Esme, and watching them interact was like seeing her sexuality projected into the material world, the very essence of it. The way Callum's body tensed and shivered as he explored Esmeralda's breasts. The way she smiled coyly down at him, and the haughty glance she threw at Phaedra.

[Goodness,] she said in a voice only Phaedra could hear, [He knows how to use his mouth, doesn't he?] Her brow furrowed and she gasped. It was Phaedra's turn to smirk. Esme was generally unflappable, but Callum's sweet, talented little mouth could work magic.

[Oh, he certainly does,] said Phaedra.

Esme grunted. With an exertion of her psychic energy, she floated Callum into the air before her. His mouth came away from her nipple with a pop and he floated there, looking at her in surprise. She stood up and stripped off her clothes in one smooth motion. The bodysuit split in two and crumpled to the floor. Callum gasped at the sight of her naked body. Pale and covered with freckles, with pink nipples and slightly visible abdominal muscles, she was lean and athletic. She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head slightly to one side, smiling mischievously at him.

[Do you like me, Callum? Do you like my breasts and thighs and my hips? Do you want me to touch you?]

"Yes!" he said, surprising himself with his enthusiasm. Looking at the hot redhead, with her full red bush and wiry, sexy frame, he felt a need that was different from his need for Phaedra. His need for Phaedra was deep and persistent. His need for Esme was inflamed, intense, immediate.

"Esme," he whispered loudly, his teeth nearly chattering, "Oh, gosh, Esme, please fuck me! Please, Esme, I need to be fucked! Please, I'll be a good boy, I promise..."

Phaedra was busy fingering herself in the corner, now sitting on the floor with her legs spread shamelessly, gasping and watching. She felt a flare of jealousy when Callum spoke to Esme in such a slutty way. He'd never said that to Phaedra! And yet, hearing him say that to her filled Phaedra with hot lust. Her fingers were soaked, her legs splayed crassly while she moaned and fingerfucked herself, sitting in a puddle of her own juice.

Esme tiptoed over to Callum, beaming, red freckled cheeks drawn up in her trademark smirk. He felt psychic bonds closer around his wrists and draw them over his head. Others tightened around his knees and ankles, spreading his legs wide like a girl in the missionary position. His little prick was hard and stood at attention. Esme walked up to him, said nothing, took his face in her hands, and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

[I'll fuck you, sweet boy,] she whispered in his mind, her thumb gently stroking his cheek, [Just be brave for me. Are you okay?]

"Yes, Esme, I'm fine," he said, still shivering a bit.

[Are you cold, sweety?] asked Esme.

"A-a little bit. But I'm okay," he replied.

[You don't have to act as if it's okay,] she said, [If you're cold, you can say so. I'll make sure you're warm. Oh, yes, Callum, you're going to be very warm indeed...]

His naked body floated upward in the air a bit, until his dick was level with Esmeralda's face. She leaned forward and placed a light, fluttering kiss on his belly. He panted, feeling her tongue trace its way down his bald groin, until...

Callum wailed as he felt Esme's lips wrap around his cock and glide wetly down to the base, her tongue and throat working expertly. He couldn't move, trussed up by her psychic bonds, but his toes curled and his limbs quivered and shook as she worked his shaft. She began bobbing her head up and down, her hot, moist lips gliding up and down his length, one hand gently cupping his smooth, pink, hairless balls.

[Say my name, Callum,] moaned Esme into his mind. Blushing and gasping, he cried, "Esme!"

[Good boy! Say it again,] she said.

"Esme!"

[One more time, sweetheart. Just once more, you sweet little thing.]

He tried to say her name, but Phaedra interrupted. He felt Phaedra's hands gently spread his cheeks and her hot tongue against his hole. Callum's eyes rolled up in his head and slow, high-pitched moans crept out of his mouth. His whole body shuddered with the pleasure of the wet lips and hot mouths tonguing and slurping his crotch and asshole. He felt warm, soft hands, some flesh and some psychic, stroking up and down his thighs and torso. One of Phaedra's flesh hands cupped his balls, cradling them and lightly brushing the skin of his scrotum with her fingertips. Completely immobilized, all he could do was quiver and squirm in place as tongues and fingers brushed, licked, and caressed every part of his small, sensitive body. He opened his mouth to moan and could only make mmph-ing noises as an ethereal set of lips closed around his and a psychic tongue slid into his mouth. He grew lightheaded and fell into an orgasmic daze as tremors ran up and down his body. Suspended in the air, his prostate clenched and he pumped rope after rope of cum into Esme's waiting mouth.

Still dazed, he felt his legs pulled downward and ankles fastened together. With his hands pointing up and his feet pointing down, his pale, little body was stretched taut in mid-air. He felt himself float down a bit until his face was level with Esmeralda's. She passed one arm around his waist, and placed the other lightly against the back of his head, scratching his scalp through his smooth blonde hair. Callum sighed as he felt Esme's hot, sweaty skin against his own. He looked deeply into her deep purple eyes, nearly violet, as she tongue-kissed him deeply, transferring his cum back into his mouth. Both of her hands slid down his back, leaving trails of electric tingling, and gripped his bum tightly. She gave his bottom a firm smack and pulled away. Their sweaty bodies were stuck together and made a slimy sound as they peeled apart.

[Don't swallow it, sweety,] said Esme. He felt himself turn in the air, as if hanging from a rope, and then Phaedra was kissing him. Her embrace was less sensual, more possessive. She folded her arms around him and pressed her body into his, stealing the cum out of his mouth and sucking his lower lip. He was moved out of the way and watched as Phaedra and Esme took turns swapping his cum between them, making out passionately. It was enough that he felt his cock beginning to harden again already. They finished and turned to him.

[My, my,] said Phaedra, smiling, [Would you look at that? Already getting it up again.]

They were both staring shamelessly at him with hooded eyes and coy grins, bits of his semen still on their lips and chins. Both of them were naked, with glistening skin and hard nipples.

[Callum,] said Esme, reaching out with one hand, taking hold of his ear, and massaging it between thumb and forefinger, [Are you ready for more?]

"Yes, please!" he gasped, his wide blue eyes shining with lust. There was a deep blush across his nose and cheeks and he wore an open-mouthed grin.

[Here, Esme] said Phaedra, [Put him down on the couch. I want to show you how he works.]

Callum floated through the air to the couch, where he was set down in a sitting position. Phaedra approached him an ran her fingers down his chest, tweaking one of his nipples.

[Turn around, Callum] she said, [All fours, now. Good! Now, show Esme your hole.]

Callum bent down, putting his chest flat on the couch, and spread his butt open for Esmeralda. He face was squashed on one side, bright red, and still panting a little. Esme walked over and Callum sucked in a rattling breath as he felt her finger trace its way up his sac, over his taint, and slowly, tortuously, grazing his hole.

[He positively loves having his prostate played with] said Phaedra, [I watched him for years trying to get himself off with a finger up there. You should have seen his face when I gave him his first dry orgasm. I thought he was going to burst!]

Callum blushed even harder as he heard Esme giggle in his mind.

[But you have to be gentle,] Phaedra continued, [He's a nervous little thing to begin with. But on top of that, he's very small, even for a human. Most human females are larger than him.]

Callum grimaced, feeling so small and **** in front of the two powerful Alfonians. It was humiliating to hear Phaedra say that, but at the same time, it was so hot to feel their possessive eyes on him. Esme noticed his face, leaned forward, and slid her fingers into his hair, brushing it gently from his face.

[Is something wrong, Callum?] she asked, looking into his eyes with concern.

"Nothing, Esme," he nearly whispered.

[Good,] said Esme softly, and rubbed his back between his shoulder blades. Turning to Phaedra she said, making sure Callum could hear her, [I love his stature. He's got to be the cutest little thing I've ever seen. You could line up every human male I've seen before and I'd pick him every time.]

Callum closed his eyes and smiled serenely when he heard her words. Her hand wandered up his back and found his, pulling it away from his bottom and interlacing her fingers with his. Esme shot Phaedra a look and Phaedra blushed, realizing what Callum had heard her say.

[Anyway,] said Phaedra, [He's so small that his hole is always tight. So you have to be very gentle and patient with him. Once you've got a finger in him, watch his face. When his eyes open wide, you know you're on his spot. Don't get excited and speed up, though. He likes easy, regular movements until he squirts. You'll know that you're close when he starts to squeal and clenches on your fingers.]

As Phaedra spoke, Esme slid her pinky into him, so slowly and gently he barely felt it at first. Then, with gentle, insistent motions, she began pressing deeply on his prostate. A slow, quiet whine rose from his mouth and he began pushing back on her fingers, bouncing his small, soft bottom on her hand. As he did, Esme reached under him with her other hand and fondled him, tickling his shaft and pink balls. It went on for a few minutes like that, until he felt his prostate begin to contract and squeeze. He started to squeal, just as Phaedra said he would, and squirted, humping Esmeralda's fingers with his cock spasming in her hand. His eyes bulged and he made strangled whimpering sounds as she milked him dry. He lay there panting, and then her heard Esmeralda's voice in his mind again.
[Turn over on your back, Callum.]
He obeyed, and then his eyes widened. Esmeralda was wearing a neurostimulator, shorter than Phaedra's but fatter. Esme leaned over him.
[Is this okay, Callum? You don't have to,] she said.
"Yes," he said, swallowing nervously, "But please go slow..."
[Of course I will. Just relax. I know Phaedra normally takes you from behind. I can't blame her, looking at that little butt of yours,] she said with a giggle, [And Phaedra likes doggie anyway. She fucks me like that, too.]

She placed the tip of the rod against Callum's asshole and slowly pushed it in, just the tip at first. She hiked his legs up over her shoulders and climbed on top of him, pressing him down tightly against the couch. Esme placed her hands on either side of his head and smiled warmly at him. She planted a kiss on the tip of his nose and continued, [I like missionary. It lets me get nice and deep and still watch your face when you cum, which is the best part for me. Just relax, babe. That's right, sugar. Deep breath now...]
Callum inhaled, and then a long, **** "Oh!" **** its way out of him as the thick neurostimulator slid into him to the hilt.
[Does it feel good, Callum?] asked Esme.
"Oh, yes," he gasped, "Fuck me good..."
Phaedra stood and watched from behind, seeing Esme's tight ass press down and slide inch after inch of the shiny metal rod into Callum's quivering little bottom. She heard the words come out of his mouth and sucked in a trembling breath, blushing across her face and chest. Almost against her will, one hand slipped over her mound and began rubbing her clit.

Esme held Callum's head and whispered things into his mind that Phaedra couldn't hear, soft sweet nothings. Slowly, she picked up the pace, until she was rapidly pumping the full length of the rod into his tight ass. Callum let out a shrill, high-pitched "Ah!" each time the rod hilted. His trembling hands were clasped in front of his chest, his eyes squeezed tightly shut and face bright red with his eyebrows knitted together as he gasped for air.
[I know you're getting close,] Esme purred, [I can feel it. Oh, you poor little baby, you're shaking. Your face is all red. Cum for me, Callum...]
Callum inhaled deeply, pressed his face into Esme's shoulder, and screamed repeatedly at the top of his lungs. He came hard, squirting onto his own belly. Esme kept fucking him with abandon, even after he came, and soon he was whimpering and squeaking as she hammered his hole. It didn't hurt. It was just overstimulation, to the point of delirium. Callum's mind spun and he could only babble incoherently as he was fucked mercilessly. Esme stared at him, pumping her hips and intently squeezing every last bit of psychic energy from him. She leaned down and began licking the tears and drool off of his face, lapping wetly at his neck and biting his lower lip.
[Esme,] said Phaedra urgently. Esmeralda ignored her and kept fucking Callum.
[Esme! Esmeralda, stop!] cried Phaedra. Esmeralda slowed down and withdrew the rod from the boy's ass. He yelped and pressed his face into her shoulder, clinging to her tightly.
[I... what is it?] said Esme, looking at Phaedra with vacant eyes.
[You'll kill him if you keep doing it like that!] hissed Phaedra in a voice only Esme could hear, [So stop! I know he's delicious but you must not drain him so hard!]
Esmeralda's eyes widened as a pang of guilt went through her. She looked down at Callum and gently shook him by the shoulder.
[Callum? Sweetheart, are you okay?] she said._ _He moaned incoherently. Esme touched his temple and radiated a bit of energy into his mind. His eyes fluttered open and he looked into her face.
"Esme? What happened?"
[You passed out,] she said, biting her lip, [I... would you like some water? Something to drink?]
Phaedra watched the exchange and shook her head. Would she have words with Esmeralda after this, or would Esme have learned her lesson? Would they keep fucking Callum together, or did they need to discuss the Synod?