Corvus waits until Oakley's knot softens and slips free.
I whimper at the sudden emptiness, at the flood of come that spills out onto the ruined sheets beneath me. Two loads now—Dorian's and Oakley's—and I still want more.
"On your hands and knees." Corvus's voice is clipped. Clinical. "That position will provide optimal penetration depth."
I should roll my eyes at his analytical approach to sex. Instead, I comply immediately, positioning myself on all fours in the nest. The position makes me feel exposed—ass up, cunt dripping, completely vulnerable to whatever he wants to do to me.
"Excellent." He kneels behind me, hands gripping my hips with precise efficiency. "Your body is remarkably responsive to stimulation. Heart rate elevated. Slick production significantly above baseline. The biological indicators suggest you're primed for another knotting."
"Corvus." I look back at him over my shoulder. "I swear to god, if you don't stop talking and start fucking me—"
He slams into me without warning.
I cry out at the sudden fullness. No easing in, no gentle stretching—just one brutal thrust that buries him balls-deep in my cunt.
"You requested less talking," he says, and there's something darker in his voice now. Something that sounds almost like satisfaction. "I can accommodate that."
He fucks me hard and fast. None of Oakley's gentle build-up—Corvus takes what he wants with ruthless efficiency. His grip on my hips is bruising, using his hold to yank me back onto his cock with every punishing thrust.
"Oh god—" I'm already climbing again, the heat responding to his aggression. "Yes, fuck, harder—"
"Your cervix is particularly sensitive." He adjusts his angle slightly and suddenly every thrust is hitting that deepest spot, making me see stars. "Based on your vocalizations, this angle provides maximum stimulation."
"Stop—analyzing—and fuck me—"
His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back. The sharp sting of pain goes straight to my clit.
"You enjoy that." It's not a question. "Pain mixed with pleasure. Noted."
He keeps his grip on my hair, using it as leverage to pull me back onto his cock while he pounds into me. His other hand snakes around to find my clit, rubbing in precise circles that he's clearly calculated for maximum effect.
And god help me, it works. He's figured out exactly how to play my body, catalogued every response, and now he's using that knowledge to take me apart with scientific precision.
"You're close," he observes, fingers speeding up on my clit. "I can feel your internal muscles beginning to contract. You'll come in approximately—"
"Shut up and make me come."
"As you wish."
He slams into me harder, fingers working my clit, cock hitting that perfect angle, and I explode. The orgasm rips through me without warning, my whole body seizing around him. I'm screaming into the pillow, cunt clamping down on him in waves so intense they're almost painful.
His knot swells fast—faster than Oakley's, like his iron control is finally cracking. The stretch is intense, almost too much after two knots already, but my body opens for him anyway. Biology overriding everything else.
"Take it," he grits out, pushing past the resistance until his knot pops inside me with a wet squelch. "Your body was designed for this. For taking Alpha knots. For being bred."
He comes with a groan that sounds almost surprised, like the pleasure has caught him off guard. I feel his cock pulse inside me, adding a third load to the two already filling my womb. The pressure is immense—I'm so full it almost hurts, belly visibly distended now.
"Fascinating," he breathes, one hand pressing against my swollen abdomen. "You've taken three loads and you're still producing slick. Your heat must be particularly intense."
"Corvus." Dorian's voice is amused. "Maybe save the analysis for later?"
"I'm simply observing that her capacity is—"
"Exceptional," I finish for him, too fucked-out to be annoyed. "Yeah. I gathered."
His knot throbs inside me, still pumping the last of his release into my overstuffed cunt. I'm pinned beneath him, impaled on his cock, so full I can barely breathe.
It's perfect.
