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arrow
IT WOULD BE easier if we could drive.
But I can’t do it, even though I have a vague idea of how it’s done. However, right now, the entire idea of it is too much.
Instead, I lead the way as we begin trying houses in the neighborhood where we found Lotus.
Most are occupied, something we can tell as we get close enough to listen at the door or see through the window.
We leave the occupied ones through a mutual silent agreement.
Eventually, we find an empty one.
I know that it won’t be empty forever, but for now, no one is inside. It’s locked, but that doesn’t mean we can’t get in. The door on the front of the house has a long, oval glass window with flower etchings in it. It’s nothing to break this, reach inside, and turn the knob.
We all go in to the house.
Inside, there’s a living room all done in blues, with a patchwork quilt of blue flowered squares hung over a rocking chair. The room is untidy, dirty plates left out on the coffee table, but it looks like someone took care in decorating it. I notice these details without knowing what they add up to.
Do they add up to something?
It seems that I used to be able to get details to add up to things.
I can’t remember, though.
I take the lead, now, moving through the house and taking us away down the hallways to find a bedroom.
Several of the bedrooms are messy—the beds unmade, the covers askew, but one is pristine and perfect. There is also an exercise bike in one corner.
Guest room , I think, but I don’t really know what that means.
“Here,” I say.
Lotus climbs onto the bed, which is covered in another patchwork quilt, this one a wedding ring design, dark blue and deep mahogany over white. There are several throw pillows, and she gathers them up, hugging them, rubbing into them. “Nest,” she breathes. “Nest, nest.”
We all just watch her.
My cock wants to get hard again.
It won’t.
Damn it.
knight
WE ALL END up naked again pretty fast. We take turns pinning her to the bed with our bodies, rubbing our skin against hers, kissing her, touching her. None of us get hard.
I want to get hard.
And I have an idea about how I’m going to make it happen, but I know Striker won’t like it.
So, I wait.
And eventually, I manage to put together something like a sentence. “Hungry?” I say to everyone. “Food here maybe. Find it? Striker?”
Striker gets up with a curt nod. “Food,” he agrees. “I find it.”
He leaves.
I pounce on the omega.
Arrow makes a noise in the back of his throat, a worried noise.
I ignore him. Fuck Arrow, fuck his worry, fuck Striker, fuck all of this. I want a fucking erection.
I wrap my hands around the omega’s neck and I start to squeeze.
Arrow jumps on me.
I shake him off.
I keep squeezing the omega’s neck until her face turns red, and then, when there’s just a hint of purple (and I have knocked Arrow off me three more times) it happens.
I get hard.
Fuck, it feels good. It’s been, like, a while. Sure, sometimes, into the mattress at night, but that’s not like this, not out on display, the air on the swollen heat of my erection.
I even have a knot.
I can’t even remember having a knot before, ever.
But I’m an alpha, and alphas have knots, so…
I put my cock into the omega’s pussy. I’m still squeezing her neck. Her face is still purple. I don’t put my knot in, not yet. I don’t know what to do with a knot.
She feels like heaven. So, so good. So, so wet and tight. She struggles, prying at my hands on her neck, looking into my eyes with worry, with fear.
I let go of her neck.
She gasps, accusations all over her face.
I fuck her.
lotus
IT’S HARD TO think because one of my alphas has just put his thick, hard cock inside me and is thrusting it in and out in a nice, steady rhythm, just like I like it, and it feels so good, but…
I’m thinking.
I’m thinking all sorts of things, and every thrust of his cock makes it easier to think for some reason, and I don’t know why.
“Kill me,” I say, and my voice is raw, because he was strangling me.
“Shh, not going to kill you, omega,” says my alpha as he keeps fucking me steadily. “Never going to kill you. Just needed a little bit of a tease, that’s all.”
I put my hand on his bare chest. After we got to this new place, with the nest, well, anyway, it’s the closest thing to a nest I’ve ever experienced, they all took off their clothes, which I liked. But I did have to admit that it made me sad that they weren’t hard for me. I knew that wasn’t right. My alphas should have hard-ons to service me. Instinctively, I knew that.
And I like this.
But I’m afraid of this alpha, now, of my own alpha, and I don’t like that.
It should not be that way, and I know that. I have some deep understanding of the way it should work, and it should be that he uses his strength to protect me, not to hurt me. He should never hurt me.
But he did.
And while he did it, my pussy was wet, and I was aroused, because he was there, and I could scent him, and it didn’t matter, not that I was in pain, not really, and anyway, it was all very confusing, because my body has been in pain since they pulled me out of that window, bad pain, the pain of need.
This, his cock in me, it’s the first time I’ve felt any measure of real relief since I scented them.
And it’s not enough either. I need more.
I writhe under him, squeezing the walls of my pussy around his intruding, thrusting member, which makes trills of pleasure work through me. The pleasure and the painful need war within me.
“More,” I say, looking at the other alpha in the room. “More.”
He climbs into the nest (bed, it’s called a bed) with us, and he crawls over to us. Then, on his knees, he straightens up. His soft cock is long and hanging, not the way soft cocks usually look, not curled up and small. It’s as if it’s almost hard but not. Something’s wrong.
I reach out to take him in my hand.
He lets out a sigh, shutting his eyes.
“More,” I say again. “Please.”
“Would… help you,” says the other alpha. “Would if I could.”
“Hurt her,” says the alpha who is fucking me. “Hurt her, and it’ll help.”
“No.” It’s fierce. His eyes snap open. He snarls it.
The alpha fucking me shrugs and starts fucking me harder.
It feels good, and I shut my eyes and moan, still toying with the soft cock of the other alpha. I should know their names, I think. They know my name. I have heard them say my name. Lotus.
Of course, I think, as my pussy is pounded fast and hard, that’s not my really real name, is it?
I had another name.
I had a whole life before.
I don’t remember it, but I get this feeling that if I had more alpha cock like this, all three of them—four, I have another alpha, I remember—then maybe I’d remember everything.
I squeeze my pussy tight around the cock inside me. I make a tight, constricted ring, right at my opening, where it is the most sensitive. I bear down as he forces himself in and out of me there, and his thick girth drags against me there.
I feel my pleasure begin to crest.
It is like a rush of water over the rocks in a stream. It froths and grows more and more agitated, and then it bursts in a big splash of my climax.
striker
I COME BACK in with food to find Knight fucking Lotus. She’s coming, a deep-throated noise coming out of her, deeply satisfied, her eyes closed as she fully gives in to her pleasure.
Again, I should be hard.
Arrow is up next to her, kneeling on the bed. She has his cock in her hand, but he’s not hard either.
Knight goes rigid, letting out a grunt, and he comes in her. He sags between her thighs, running an affectionate hand over her belly.
I step into the room. How did this happen?
Knight hears me, I guess, or becomes aware of me somehow, I’m not sure. He looks up at me. He’s out of breath, his eyes half-lidded in satisfaction. He looks me over. “You have to mean it,” he says to me.
“No,” says Arrow.
I set down the food. On the floor, because there aren’t any surfaces in here. It’s just chips in bags, anyway. And pretzels.
“You have to think, in your head, I’m going to do it, I’m going to kill her, and then your cock, it’ll work,” says Knight.
“No,” says Arrow again.
“Kill me,” says Lotus, sounding wounded.
“No, no, pretty girl,” says Knight, rubbing her belly again. He reaches up to tenderly touch her breasts. “Just to get our cocks back, that’s all. You need our cocks, don’t you?”
Lotus gives Arrow’s soft cock a plaintive squeeze. “Hurts,” she says.
“What hurts?” I say, angry now. “What did you do, Knight?”
“Knight,” says Lotus, touching Knight’s chest. “You. Knight.”
He looks back at her, nodding. “I’m Knight. You’re Lotus.”
“What did you do?” I repeat.
“She’s fine,” says Knight, extricating his soft cock from her body.
She lets out a little whimper of disappointment.
He bends down and kisses her lips, cupping her face. He pulls away and looks into her eyes. “Don’t worry, Lotus. Not you. You’re different.”
Knight is talking more than any of us, isn’t he?
He comes over to me. “We all need to fuck her. She needs it, and it helps. I remember things. The minute I got inside her, things started coming back to me. We all need to do it. And we just need to watch each other, make sure we don’t go too far.”
“What did you do?”
“I just… strangled her.” His voice sounds thick and a little aroused. “A little.”
“Kill me,” says Lotus.
“We aren’t going to kill you,” says Knight to her.
“No,” I say.
“But you want to,” says Lotus, her eyes very wide and worried.
“No,” we all say, nearly in unison.
We answer too quickly, I think.