“You’re not ready for it.”
“Yes, I am! They already stretched me out. I can take you, alpha,” she says breathily.
It’s hard to think clearly when she calls mealpha, so I rub her pussy to distract her. It works. Hestia moans and her head drops back.
My palm alone is bigger than her cunt. I coat it in slick and come, massaging the area rather than targeting anything specific. She arches her hips formore.
I slide my middle fingers into her pussy, and she bucks against me. I spread them to stretch her while I tease her.
My other hand shifts to my cock, gripping tightly just above the knot to hold back my excitement.
Hestia tightens around me as I go deeper, slowly adding more fingers. My movements get faster and faster in time with her whines, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, until finally she clamps down on me.
I finger her through her orgasm, though her pussy is so tight it’s like she’s trying to lock me inside her. She squirts on me as she comes, and getting coated in her sweet, fruity scent is the best reward. I want to bathe in it.
When Hestia goes limp, I remove my fingers, though I can’t help stroking her gently while she recovers. Her pussy is like silk, soft and inviting. I can’t wait to see it wrapped around my cock.
The edges of my vision are dark, my alpha pressing against me. All I see is my omega. She’s all I smell, all I hear.
It takes me too long to realize what this feeling is.
I’ve never been anywhere close to a rut before.
I try to focus on something besides my omega’s lush body and force myself back, sprawling next to her.
I can’t lose control. If I rush things, I could seriously hurt her. I don’t know if my alpha, lost in a rut, would be aware enough not to push our mate past her limits.
The tunnel vision recedes, solidifying my plan to have Orion go first. That will give me time to prepare myself mentally since I’m clearly not ready yet.
“Play with Orion first. I want to watch,” I tell her, hoping she doesn’t notice how hard I’m breathing.
Thankfully she takes my bait and focuses on Orion waiting patiently for her.
She glances back at me for approval, and my lips twitch into a smile. “Be a good girl and tell him what to do.”
Hestia whimpers and calls him over.
Orion crawls to her and she says, “Lick their come off me,” pausing before adding, “and out of me.”
I love hearing her cute little voice ordering the big alpha around, let alone the dirty things she’s saying.
Orion immediately faceplants in her pussy.
Her happy noises fill the room along with the enthusiastic sounds of Orion eating her out.
AnnndCato is back, his head propped up next to Hestia’s hip. He watches avidly as Orion licks her, feeling it vicariously through him. I feel bad Cato won’t get to taste her, but we can’t risk removing his muzzle.
Orion does something to make Hestia clamp her thighs around his head, but he doesn’t falter, and her whines increase in pitch.
Cato growls and gets on his knees, watching Hestia’s face as he strokes his cock. His pace increases as her whines turn breathless.
She arches her back and her mouth falls open as she comes. Cato comes with her, painting her stomach and tits before moving to her face.
Even after Hestia’s legs go limp and fall to the mattress, Orion keeps licking. She squirms at the overstimulation until she musters the energy to pull him away.
Orion’s face is covered in her slick, and as ordered he licked our packmates’ come out of her. But because of Cato, her upper half is even more of a mess now.
Hestia pulls Orion up to her breasts and tells him to clean them off.
