40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Ursula
T hough I read all the paperwork and signed the disclaimers before we even started shooting Build-A-Pack-Blind, the particulars of the whole process seemed a lot less intimidating on paper than they do in person.
According to the production team, there will be no camera teams, no television staff ‘in the room where it happens’, as it were. Production assistants, camera crews, intimacy coordinator’s and other staff will be on the property on standby. In our case, this means that everyone is holed up in the, frankly, quite opulent, carriage house rather than in-building units in the condo complex set up for use by other show contestants without an alternate nest location.
I’m also somewhat of a special case. Though I’ve certainly had more than an ample sexual appetite throughout the process…I have been on full dose suppressants my entire designated life. I am about to experience a true heat for the first time—and while I’ve read plenty of books and watched more NuToob videos than I can count, I’m still not quite sure what to expect.
The team arrives early, two women in sea-foam green scrubs that explain that the heat inducing drugs will kick in within a half an hour to forty-five minutes, that my heat is likely to last 3-5 days, but could last for upwards of a full week. Since this is my first heat, I am likely to be especially insatiable—luckily for me, the show also has provided for my alpha and gamma partners to have their ruts induced; which should all but guarantee that I should be provided for throughout the duration of my heat.
Since this is a trial heat, and not a breeding heat—I will still be on my weapons-grade-birth-control—so that no little Ursulas, Mavrens, Ronans, or Teddys end up running around Redthorn nine months from now. Considering how Costa Rica went…I couldn’t be more thankful for the peace of mind.
“Alright hun, I know this is sort of freaky—but I promise it will be just a little pinch,” one of the nurses soothes as she walks around the back of my chair with her giant syringe; the boys looking on in abject horror as she prepares to stick me in the back of my neck.
“Ready.” I squeeze my eyes tight, hands clutched on my knees as she dabs my tender skin with a cold alcohol prep pad.
“Alright—little pinch!” she calls—and I feel the needle’s sting, a woozy warm rushing feeling beneath the skin as she slowly pushes the meds into my system.
“Alright, that’s it—you’re all done,” she chirps sweetly—wiping my neck and placing a small bandaid over the site.
I sit, my hand laid over my neck as I watch the nurses make their way down the line, explaining that the boys have a similar onset time before administering each of their injections.
Start to finish, the whole process takes 15 minutes tops—the six of us waving woozily as the nurses take off down the stone walkway to the carriage house.
Lysander has given the next week off to all house staff for the occasion—the cavernous Redthorn estate empty, save for the members of the prospective Pack Gold.
“Not feeling anything quite yet.” I roll my neck tentatively.
“Me neither,” Teddy yawns—his stomach interjecting with a loud burbling noise.
“Sounds like you’re feeling hungry at least,” Mavren laughs, a hand running over his own muscular stomach. “How about I make us a little something before we totally descend into depravity?”
“Sounds good to me!” Ronan stretches lazily, already walking toward the kitchen.
“Is there any more of that bonkers pesto pasta salad from the other day?” Ash licks his lips, jostling past Ronan and Lysander into the kitchen.
I sit down at the table with Lysander, his hand worrying at the back of his neck—his palm rubbing back and forth across the circular bandage.
“What’s a matter?” I reach across the long farm-style table for his hand.
“Well, theta’s are a little different from some of the other designations when it comes to ruts.” He shifts in his seat, eyes darting away from me every once in a while. “Alphas and gammas, they get increased sex drive and stamina—obviously their knots form more readily and take a while longer to go down,” he explains matter-of-factly despite the rosy blush that spreads across his cheeks. “But thetas, like myself…well our typically sedative scent can become outright psychotropic in the throes.” He clears his throat—his right knee bobbing furiously.
“Oh.” I blink, wondering exactly how that is going to end up working out for us.
“Let’s just do a little cold plate smorgasbord,” Ash chatters away to Mavren, the two of them unloading different cold salads, cheeses, preserved meats, prepared fruits, and other goodies out onto the generously sized kitchen island along with a small stack of plates.
“You want a drink?” I ask Lysander, pushing back from the table and making my way to the fridge for at least one bottle of ginger flavored seltzer for myself.
“I’m going to open a bottle of white to have along with lunch—or should I make cocktails?” Ronan hems and haws before the small wooden door to the wine cellar.
“I’ll have a little glass of white if you open one,” I call to him, distractedly leaning over the island to pluck a single pesto covered tortellini from the pasta salad.
No sooner have I pinched the delicious morsel from the bowl, my entire body suddenly feels as if I’m being catapulted forward at high speed; everything heavy and suddenly alive with inertia—my vision momentarily tunneled as if my surroundings blur by me, faster than the eye can perceive, the ceramic bowl dotted with white, orange, and green tortellinis like a far away approximation of the image.
“Woah!” I grip the counter—steadying myself so that I don’t fall over.
“Hey, you ok over there?” Mavren’s voice contends with the ringing in my ears as I attempt to blink my vision back into focus—a liquid heat already beginning to pool between my legs.
“Yeah, I’m just a little shaken—I think the meds are starting to hit,” I manage to get out, my vision slowly returning to normal.
“Here, let me help,” Mavren offers, scooting around to my side of the counter to help me balance.
His scent—amber, maple sugar, and mulled cider, hits me like a wave of heat curling up off of LA asphalt on a one hundred degree day, nearly bringing me to my knees.
“Oh god,” I moan—collapsing against him, my heartbeat pounding between my legs—my thighs pressed tightly together.
I see Mavren’s nostrils flare, and I know he’s caught my perfume—dialed up to eleven with the intensity of my heat.
Everyone looks at us for a moment—unsure of what might happen next.
Without warning, Mavren darts to the side and sweeps all of the dishes on the farm table to the far right end—leaving a little over six and a half feet of glistening black walnut open for use.
He’s on me before I can realize what’s happening—not quite pushing, but spiritedly guiding me backward toward the table’s surface.
In the blink of an eye, Mavren has negotiated me onto my back so that I lay lengthwise on the mostly empty dinner table.
“Alright, well that escalated quickly,” Ronan growls eagerly—already pulling his t-shirt up and over his head.
Mavren doesn’t seem to notice. He kicks low on the legs of the chair at the head of the table by my feet—moving forward to grab my ankles and yank me down the table—my tank top and sweats slipping easily across the polished wood until my ass meets the edge of the table—the backs of my knees cupped in Mavren’s hands.
“God fucking damn it you smell so good,” He growls, resting my legs against either side of his chest as he reaches down and grabs both the waist band of my sweatpants and panties, pulling them down over the round of my ass—frantically pulling the clumsy garments off of my ankles as my feet dangle by Mavren’s ears.
“Oh fuck,” Teddy moans, almost doubling over—the power of his desire; his unyielding erection, his achingly swollen knot, taking him aback as he drops the waistband of his own sweatpants at the edge of the table.
Ash, kinky little devil he is—lays flat on the ground beneath the edge of the table—my cunt dripping honey down into his open mouth.
“Best seat in the house,” he moans, stroking himself fast and hard.
As soon as Mavren’s got my legs completely free—he gets on his knees at the table’s edge and buries his face in my pussy—offering Teddy one of my ankles to help keep me spread wide before offering Ronan the other ankle in kind.
“Please!” I gasp—Mavren’s tongue scrolling elaborate patterns over my throbbing clit.
I reach for Ronan and Teddy—their rigid cocks already adorned with pounding knots—my hands instinctively moving toward the hot knurls of flesh swollen at the base of each of their impressive lengths.
Dully, I register Lysander—his huge, hard cock weeping precum as he fucks his fist.
“Come here, baby—nobody should be left out,” I call Lysander—opening my mouth wide, sticking out my tongue as if I might catch his pearly load there.
Lysander watches me with hungry eyes—stroking harder and slower a few moments before taking a few stuttering steps toward me—carefully negotiating himself up onto the surface of the table to stick his cock in my waiting mouth.
I moan around him—Lysander’s hips jerking forward on their own volition as I suck him.
I hear Mavren growl low and ravenous, “I can’t wait any longer,” the words sending a delicious electricity running through my veins.
I turn my head slightly—Lysander’s cock popping free from my mouth as he groans in protest.
“I need your knot!” I whine, slick and traces of Mavren’s saliva dripping from my pussy over the edge of the wooden table to the floor—before once again I am silenced by Lysander’s cock.
Mavren’s imposing rod and knurled knot stand nearly vertical at attention—his hands carefully taking his ample length in one hand—running the corona of his cock up and down my slick petals before pushing his way inside a few inches at a time.
The heat has made me feel tighter, more sensitive than I ever have during sex in my life. I thought I had experienced a pretty intense level of sensation normally…but this is simply beyond.
While all of my pack mates have been generously endowed—I hadn’t struggled in the slightest to take even Lysander’s monumental pipe with its astonishing girth—even without a knot; without breaking a sweat.
Now, that desperate tight feeling seems to be more than just a combination of my desperation and imagination—because I can feel every inch of Mavren’s shaft stretching me to what feels like a new limit—his hot, hard knot pressing eagerly at my slick lips, my buzzing clit—denied entrance just yet.
“Oh god yes!” I wail, Mavren rolling his entire body—his hips flexing backward; his cock slurping out of me up to the tip of his head before he undulates his entire frame forward again—his cock slamming back inside me up to the knot; still barred from entry by my trembling tightness, as I scream out in pleasure around Lysander’s throbbing cock.
“Oh fuck—I can’t hold it! I’m cumming,” Lysander jerks—his balls lifting as he pumps my mouth full of cum.
“You’ll last longer. We just gotta practice more,” Teddy taunts Lysander as I pump his cock in my fist—his dusky purple cock and knot swollen and mapped with bulging veins.
“We’ll see how long you last,” Lysander pants, crawling carefully off the dinner table as I sweep up any stray drops of him with my tongue as it darts out to the corner of my mouth.
Almost as soon as Lysander is out of sight, Teddy shudders forward and moans sharply—his cock jumping in my hand—his knot gently pulsing.
“Fuck, Sandy!” Teddy lets out a surprisingly slutty moan—and I can see from the glass on the oven door—that Lysander has spread Teddy’s rock hard cheeks, his full lips and tender tongue rimming Teddy as I stroke his desperate cock.
I hear Ash hiccup down a moan beneath the table—his breathing high and thready now. I can tell that he’s getting close, but that he wants to wait until one of the alphas cums so that he can play before he allows himself to stop the edging.
Totally incapable of my usual dirty talk at the moment, all I can do is keen and howl as Mavren pounds my pussy—my body screaming with every fiber of my being that I need that knot inside me.
“Mav,” I whimper—my hands reaching up his hard, rippling chest to gently toy the golden barbells through his nipple. “Please—I need it, I need you.”
It’s as if my words stoke the fire within Mavren—and his body bends to mine—the upward snapping motion of his hips increasing in intensity and speed until Mavren roars out my name, “Ursula!” His knees driving him up and onto the table’s surface with me as he slams his knot inside me—the soft, tight coils of the hair on his pubic bone grinding against my pounding clit; my pussy muscles firing wildly as I cum on his cock and knot—his hot seed spilling deep inside; our bodies locked together in ecstasy as we both ride the wave of our orgasm.
I can hear the wet slapping noises of Ash fucking his fist beneath the table as he waits for Mavren’s knot to deflate enough for him to pull out—the inevitable fountain of my honey and Mavren’s seed that will flow from the pink petals of my pussy.
How is it that Mavren’s knot is locked tight inside my pussy—and I’m already thinking of who I’ll milk the knot of next.
The mania of the heat is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced; I feel like I could do this forever—that I should do this forever—until I don’t know who’s cum I’m dripping and I can’t see straight.
Time passes simultaneously too fast—and mind numbingly slow. I watch Ronan’s uncut cock with its swollen rosy-gold knot—his face twisted with delightful agony as he waits his turn to be inside me.
I don’t know how much time has passed before Mavren pulls out—but when he does; I whine plaintively—as if my pussy has grown cold without his hard heat inside me.
Ash makes a few guttering noises as the glistening fluids dribble from me into his waiting mouth below; a few staccato groans letting me know that he’s had his first orgasm—my attuned nose catching the slight cypress aroma of his seed as he cums.
Ronan is the next, though I had become uncomfortable on the hard wooden table—so we traverse to the grand salon.
Ash found his preferred position—his head resting on a couch cushion beneath my spread legs—my knees on either side of Ash’s head—my hands gripping the backrest of the sofa as Ronan gets ready to take me from behind.
Now Mavren stands before me—his cock pumping in and out of my mouth as Ronan presses against my slick pussy—seeking entrance; Teddy’s cock in one hand—Lysander’s in another.
Ronan grips my hips tightly as he pushes inside me—inch by inch, Ash’s tongue doing double duty between my trembling clit and Ronan’s beating knot.
“Fuck you feel so good,” Ronan growls against my ear—his hands finding their way to my hard nipples as he fucks me from behind, his strokes slow and steady—a rhythm drawing back half his length twice, before driving deep as his knot will allow on the third count.
Half-half-whole.
I toss my head back—Mavren’s wet cock leaving a connected rope of saliva from it’s tip to my chin as I cry out,“Ronan, I need it bad,” I whine, throwing my hips back on him as hard as I can—trying to will his knot inside me. As a gamma, I can tell his is slightly smaller than Mavren’s—but I want it to stretch my pussy to it’s limit—whatever that limit might be—all the same.
“Enjoy it while you can, Red,” Mavren grunts. “Once that knot is in her pussy—you’ll never be the same again—you’ll be like me, a man possessed.” Mavren pulls my hair away from my face—holding it gently as I suck his cock.
“I can’t even enjoy these beautiful lips around my cock as fully as I might have—before I knew what having my knot inside her was like,” Mavren growls—his hips flexing as he pushes deeper into my throat.
Ronan, enamored with all he sees—my cunt with a death grip on his cock, rolls his eyes back into his head—letting out a low rumbling growl as he picks up his pace, his hips making my ass cheeks jiggle as he slams into me again and again.
“Oh god,” Lysander whines, pitchy and out of breath as his legs tremble.
I pop Mavren free from my mouth and lock eyes with Lysander.
“Go ahead and cum again, baby. It’s ok—I love to see you and the boys feel good,” I soothe.
“I’m cumming!” Lysander grunts—blowing his load over my chest—the pearly beads dripping from my tits onto the expensive upholstery, but no one seems to care.
Mavren begins to shudder—the muscles firing along his jaw.
Time to try out my little ‘trick’ on Mavren—I think.
I lurch forward on my knees—my body on fire with sensation as Ronan fucks me—Ash lapping greedily at my cunt from below as I continue to fuck Teddy with my fist, Mavren’s knot finding home in my open mouth.
“Ungh!” Mavren lets out a choking sound as his body spasms jerkily forward—his cock pumping cum into my waiting throat as he becomes locked in my open jaws.
“Oh god!” Ronan cries out before his knot strains past my pussy lips; the memory of the knot job I gave to him fresh in his mind, his knot gripped tightly inside me in time with the evocative scene before him drives him to the peak of his pleasure—Ronan collapsing against my back—his right arm hooked under the bottom of my ribcage, the left stretched out over my left arm his fingers knit through mine as we struggle to catch our breath; me breathing heavily through my nose, Mavren’s cock still locked on the precipice of my gag reflex.
One of the things that differed between my typical healthy sexual appetite and heat , was something I never really could have prepared for, despite having heard all the tales and warnings my entire life.
Even from the earliest days at the omega center after my designation—I had been told that I would simply run myself ragged; my omega biology taking control—my normal sense of reason gone. I had always feared that loss of control, but at the same time—I had always thought that I could best my own biology—if it came right down to it.
How wrong I was.
Once their knots had deflated enough for both Ronan and Mavren to withdraw, they collapsed—momentarily boneless puddles of sweat and heavy breathing—twice spent now and finally more than half soft for the first time in over an hour.
Ash’s tongue finds its way inside me—delving deep for Ronan’s seed, and even though I can barely keep my eyes open I let out an anguished cry for Teddy.
“Teddy, I need more—don’t leave me like this,” I sob, grinding my pussy against Ash’s face as he furiously beats his cock.
“As you wish, Princess—but let’s take this to the bedroom,” he growls, low and taut with need.
We left Mavren and Ronan—momentarily passed out asleep on the sofa in the grand salon and made our way to the nest room.
Lysander and Ash both sat—cross-legged in a drift of fluffy pillows, the pair of them waving me down—Lysander placing a satin pillow over his half-erection so that I might rest my head in his lap, he and Ash doting on me as Teddy ready’s himself between my parted thighs—using his fingers to collect slick and cum from my pussy before slathering his hard cock and his throbbing knot in the milky nectar.
“I’m sorry Ash, I’m sorry Lysander—” I look up at them blearily—my breaths high and thready with my intense desire. “I just need a knot right now—I love you both—I—” my words evaporate as Teddy presses the head of his cock inside me—his hands gripping the soft insides of my thighs as he sinks deeper.
“Don’t be sorry, Princess,” Ash soothes as I moan on Teddy’s cock. “That’s a good girl. You’re doing just what you’re supposed to—let Lysander and I do what we’re supposed to,” Ash purrs, stroking my sweaty bangs out of my forehead—his cock still tight in his grip.
Lysander—clearly enthralled by having such a front-row seat to Teddy’s first time knotting me; vaporized his scent in a nearly overwhelming cloud. I caught the usual notes of blue chamomile, lavender, and spearmint—but this time there was something else, something sweet and sticky—almost overpowering.
Suddenly, colors became brighter, and the scent of my alpha, my delta, and my theta were like a tangible feeling; a symphony of memories and sensations.
I heard Teddy, Lysander, and Ash all make small noises of wonder and I know they must all be tapping into the same experience; Lysander’s psychotropic rut scenting.
“Oh Teddy!” I heave an ecstatic sigh, Teddy’s body curves over mine as he sinks into me up to the knot—his face drawing down to mine in an intimate missionary entanglement—Ash and Lysander running their fingers through our hair; the pair of us shuddering and singing with sensation as Teddy rocks slowly and steadily against me.
“Teddy, I want you to kiss me,” I gasp, my desperation rising like a wave threatening to hurl itself upon the beach; the closeness and warmth of our bodies against one another resonating with the gentle touches of Lysander and Ronan; the pair of them intoxicated by our coupling—the erotic energy of the heat.
Teddy kisses me then—his hands holding my face—our mouths tearing at one another, teeth nipping at lips—tongues pushing past one another; frantically stealing or sharing a breath here or there as he rolls his hips down, pressing that knot against the tight ring of my muscles—my body aching for him.
“I’ve already learned so much from today,” Lysander croons—one of his hands moving from my hair to Teddy’s—down the nape of Teddy’s neck and toward his spine.
“You’ve been so impressive for your first heat, Ursula, we may have to upgrade you from princess to queen once we’ve bonded. You take a knot so well,” Ash whimpers, stroking himself as Teddy gyrates over me—stroking me hard and deep.
I moan into Teddy’s mouth at Ash’s words.
Teddy breaks this kiss—his forehead presses against mine—our eyes lock as he manages to bite out, “I want you to cum for me, Princess—can you do that?”
“Teddy please, I wanna cum—give me your knot,” I beg.
“I wanna hear you say you’re gonna cum for me, Princess,” Teddy growls again, his eyelids fluttering slightly.
“Yes, Teddy—I’m gonna cum for you, I’m gonna cum so hard on your knot—Teddy Bear,” I wail.
“Cum for me!” Teddy barks.
“I’m cumming!” I shriek
The suction of my orgasmic contractions make a surprisingly loud noise as Teddy’s knot locks inside me—the hard knob of flesh pulsing as he empties himself inside me.
Then, as I had been promised in my very first heat classes—after taking the last of my packmates knots, I was finally satiated enough succumb to much some needed sleep—Teddy still panting against me—my head in Lysander’s lap, his head resting in the place where Lysander and Ash’s knees met, seated side by side in a bank of pillows, as he too began to snore softly beside my ear.