My face burns with embarrassment and arousal. I feel exposed, caught, yet the way they’re looking at me makes me feel powerful too. Wanted. Needed.
“Stand up,” Kieran commands, stepping back to give me space.
I obey, my legs trembling slightly as I rise. He guides me to his large desk next to the chair, positioning me so I’m facing away from him.
“Bend over,” he says, his hand pressing firmly between my shoulder blades. “Hands on the desk.”
I comply, my nightgown riding up as I bend at the waist. Kieran immediately lifts it higher, bunching the fabric around my waist to fully expose my ass and the wet panties clinging to my flesh.
“Look at this,” he says to Drake, his finger tracing the outline of my pussy through the damp cotton. “Her holes have been freshly knotted. Just hours ago.”
I turn crimson, imagining how I must look to them—the cotton fabric probably transparent from my slick, my holes still slightly swollen from earlier use. The thought makes me even wetter, a fresh gush of slick dampening my already soaked panties.
Drake slowly pulls the underwear down my thighs. The cool air hits my exposed holes, making me shiver. He holds up the panties, turning them so I can see the thoroughly soaked crotch.
“Why is it so wet, omega?” Drake asks, his voice a low growl. “Are you full of cum from earlier? Did they fill you up?”
I’m breathing hard now, my pussy and ass cheeks clenching in their faces, guilty as sin.
“Yes,” I admit. “Rowan and Elias filled me with their cum.”
Kieran’s fingers immediately spread my ass cheeks apart. My pussy and ass are totally exposed to his gaze as he stares for a minute while slick pours down my thighs.
His finger traces my pussy folds, which are still slightly puffy from Elias’s knot. And a second finger rims my sore asshole.
“Would you like more?” he asks, pushing a finger into my pussy without warning. The sudden intrusion makes me cry out, my inner walls clamping down around his digit. “Would you like us to fill you again?”
“Yes,” I pant, pushing back against his hand. “I’d like that very much.”
He adds a second finger, stretching me wider.
“Ass or pussy?” he asks, his voice commanding.
“What?” I gasp, confused by the question.
Instead of clarifying, Kieran withdraws his fingers from my pussy. I whimper at the loss, but then feel both digits pressing against my asshole. He slides them in with surprising ease, my body still producing enough slick to ease the way despite the tightness.
“Ass or pussy, Francine?” Kieran repeats, his fingers exploring my depths. “Which hole do you want me in? Drake will take the other.”
The image of being filled by both of them flashes through my mind, making me moan. Kieran was so large, so thick, and the memory of him taking my ass during my heat is still vivid.
“Pussy,” I whisper, knowing how brutal Kieran was with my ass.
Kieran withdraws his fingers from my wet asshole, only to drive them back in with more force.
“I think I’ll take your ass instead,” he chuckles darkly. “Your ass is mine, Francine. I want your ass.”
I yelp at the sudden fullness, the sound transforming into a moan as his fingers wiggle deeper inside me. “Kieran… I’m scared. I could barely handle it last time.”
“You’ll handle it,” he says, his free hand coming around to cup my slightly rounded belly. “You’re made to take me. Every inch.”
His fingers continue to thrust into my asshole, stretching and preparing me while Drake is unbuckling his belt.
The tent in his pants is impressive, his erection straining against the fabric.
“And I’ll take this pretty pussy,” Drake says, freeing his cock. It springs forth, thick and ready, the tip already glistening with precum. “Fill you up while Kieran claims your ass.”
Kieran’s fingers withdraw from my ass, and I hear the sound of his zipper. The blunt head of his cock presses against my gaping anus. His dick is way larger than his fingers, so I grip the edge of the desk, bracing myself.
