“Sy, harder, Big Guy,” I moan.
“Whatever my pretty omega wants,” he rasps, pinching them hard.
Wailing, I’m vaguely glad for the insulation in my nest as I fall over the cliff. Syrus comes again with a groan, as do Harlan and Kyren. Syrus slips out of my ass and Harlan pulls Izzy away to fuck him into the mattress.
Kyren’s kisses take over my entire life as he lays me down, his hand still doing viciously delightful things with that bullet.
“How are you doing, Princess?” he asks. “We’re stuck for as long as my knot wants. So I hope you’re ready for this.”
“Don’t stop fucking me,” I mewl, my heels digging into his ass. “Please, yes. Oh fuck.”
“Mmm. Keep talking dirty to your alpha, Princess. I think I like to be degraded.”
My shocked laugh makes him grin, and then he twists his hips before rocking them forward to blow my damn mind. Between his cock nestled right against my g-spot, and being stuffed with his knot and a dildo, I’m deliriously happy.
“Mmm. How sore is your asshole?” I ask, my body bowing as he gives bigger thrusts. “Oh, fuck me.”
“I am. And to answer your question, it’s pink, gaping, and full of Izzy’s cum,” Kyren says.
Gasping, I find yet another orgasm at the visual of his stuffed asshole. The blackness overcomes my vision, and I pass right out from my orgasm.
Fuck yes. I think I may be spoiled after this.
Death by orgasms, here I come.
Harlan
Looking over, I see Kyren shake himself out of his rut as he looks down in shock at Silva.
“Princess? Honey, are you okay?”
Her mouth is slightly open, and her eyes are closed, cluing me in that she lost consciousness.
“She passed out?” Syrus asks, coming back from the bathroom. He went to clean up a little, a very necessary thing during a heat when filling different holes.
“Yes,” Kyren says, looking a little freaked out as he checks to make sure she’s breathing.
“She had multiple orgasms, overachiever,” Syrus chuckles. “What did you expect? Let the girl rest.”
“Syrus,” Izzy moans as he climbs onto the bed.
“Yes?” he asks, smirking as he strokes his cock. “Ask nicely, Izzy.”
Yeah, that’s not going to go over well. Izzy blows him a raspberry as I pull him onto his hands and knees. His ass is knotted, and the brat is going to beg for more cum. I guarantee it.
“Let me suck your cock, please?” Izzy asks sweetly.
Silva starts to snore, making Kyren chuckle as he turns so she’s laying on top of him.
“Sleep, baby,” he murmurs. It’s better that she does since she’s had such rough sleep.
Syrus taps Izzy’s lips with his cock, his brow raised.
“Open up then. Show me that you want it.”
Izzy preens as he opens wide, and Syrus rocks his cock over his tongue.
“Izzy gives fantastic throat hugs, don’t you, baby?” I ask, sinking my teeth into his shoulder as he moans.
