My cock jumps and jerks, and both my alphas praise me.
“That’s a good boy,” Azane purrs, her cock locked behind Tristan’s teeth.
“Oh, poor, messy beta,” Ink coos, even as her hips thrust hard into Tristan, to his loud groan. More of his rich jizz enters my mouth and I suck harder even as I still squirt my seed into the nest.
WE CLEAN UP AND CURLaround Tristan, who is sleeping fitfully. His cock is hard against his belly and his hips rock occasionally in his sleep. Neither of my alphas bother to remove their mechacocks. I doze off, safe and happier than I have ever been in my life.
“TAKE HIM, ZILAS,” AZANEdirects, her voice terse.
My eyes snap open, immediately taking in the scene: Tristan curled up on his side, knees to his chest as he whimpers in pain, Ink and Azane kneeling.
“He needs your seed, beta,” Ink says flatly, her hand sliding between Tristan’s legs.
I am fully awake and hurry to kneel behind my poor omega, whose eyes are slitted.
“Here it comes, cutie. Don’t worry, I got you,” I whisper, hand on his delicate hip.
I thrust into him and his body spasms.
“Good boys,” Ink purrs as I see Tristan’s jizz dribble across the nest softly.
I am already on edge and a few good thrusts has me seeding my omega’s ripe body.
“Fuck,” I groan, grinding against him, “Take it, take it and grow our kit, omega.”
“As soon as you’re done, pull out,” Azane directs, even as Ink continues to jerk his little cock.
I nod tensely and do as directed. Azane promptly shoves inside him, knotting his ass in one smooth go. His squeal is both shock and relief.
As I collapse into the bed, tired and drained of my fluids, Ink purrs.
“Sleep, sweetheart, your body needs rest too.”
I doze off, happy and safe.
THE NEXT DAYS PASSblearily. Seeding and knotting, on repeat. Cleaning and forcing some food into our omega, whowants nothing more than cock. I use a syringe filled with protein liquid and trick him, offering my cock and sneakily shoving the syringe into his mouth instead, feeding him the nutrients he needs, in between suckling my cock hungrily.
Tristan floats in and out, occasionally speaking, but generally insensible and compliant.
On the third day, I wake in the evening, the light of our moons bright in the vast windows around the nest alcove.
“It’s time, love,” Azane purrs, as she lines her cock up to Tristan’s hole.
He’s flat on his back and she holds his spread thighs.
Ink curls around me, her warm body pressed to mine. “Would you get on his cock, my beta? Then we can bite you both at the same time. And you can bite us, and our omega as well.”
The mere suggestion has me hard and throbbing. “Oh, fuck, alpha, may I?” I whisper.
They both purr and I roll up, quickly straddling Tristan. Reaching behind me, I press his adorable cock to my entrance. His eyes flutter open and he smiles up at me.
“Alright, omega?” I ask softly.
He nods firmly and I press my wet hole back onto him. He breaches me easily and I wiggle my hips, working down his shallow length, even as our alphas fuck his sweet little body on either end.
I bounce slowly, my hand around my cock.
Tristan squirms and thrusts, obviously lost to pleasure.
