20. Sébastien #2
I had been hoping that we would have been the last ones to make it back to the cabin—that we could pull Frank and Tin-tin aside to tell them about the findings of this mysterious ‘unknown marker 42.’ Alas, we’ve arrived at the worst possible time—our acting alpha nowhere to be found.
“Sébastien,” Tin-tin almost gasps—his massive uncut cock straining against the pair of barely-there mesh briefs he’s wearing as he wobbles unsteadily to his feet.
“We need you,” he reaches for me—Louise reduced to a writhing mass on the floor—her hands moving up over her flat stomach to cup her own breasts.
“We need knots,” she mewls from her place on the floor—her knees parting to display the gusset of her sodden panties.
My thinking brain tells me to get Caz to stall a bit while I get in contact with Frank, but my gamma instincts have already taken the wheel; my hands furiously tearing off my jacket, ripping my shirt over my head—unbuckling my belt, my cock hardening at the sight and the scent of them together. My sigma, my omega—they need my knot.
“Caz, you gonna gimme a hand here?” I manage to bite out as I notice Cazzy has frozen, his pale blue eyes wide as he takes in the erotic scene before him.
As if returning to himself—he begins frantically shrugging out of his winter parka, kicking off his sneakers and tube socks—his smoky sweet, theta perfume intensifying with each passing second.
Down to our skivvies, Caz and I crawl into the small, tented nest. I notice one of Caz’s grey hoodies, one of my tattered undershirts, and Frank’s leather jacket—the shoulder, all but totally destroyed from our escape from beach city.
Almost instantly, their desperation eases—Caz’s poppy, dragon’s blood, smoked vanilla scent like a balm for their frenzied nerves.
Louise is on me as soon as I stop crawling, sitting back on my heels in my boxer briefs—knot already half full at the base of my raging erection.
My knot may not be as big as Frank’s, but I do well for a gamma.
“Don’t fret, Loulu,” I croon, pulling her body against mine—the two of us kneeling on the soft deerskin—her breasts pressed against me, her lips parted, ready for a kiss.
“Lay down, Chère,” I command sweetly, one of my hands cradling the back of her head—the other braced at the small of her back as she unfolds her knees from beneath herself.
“Sébastien,” Louise pants my name as I lay her down in the pillows and animal skins—her eyes hooded, her need calling to the very beat of my heart, the rush of my blood.
Vaguely, I can hear Quentin’s breathy encouragement to Caz,
“Yes Caz, darling—that feels good,” he urges Caz on, his buzzed blond head bobbing up and down slowly between Quentin’s thighs as he lays back beside Louise and I—Caz’s cheeks hollowed as he sucks Quentin’s cock down greedily.
The momentary distraction evaporates as one of Louise’s hands dips beneath the elastic band of my boxer briefs and closes around my knot.
I let out a low animal sound and reach for the slick-soaked lace of her panties. Louise lets out a mewling whimper—her grip on me closing in tighter as my hips hitch downward toward her on the ground beneath me.
“Seb, please,” she keens, as I dip my fingers inside her, first one then a second—her slick dripping from my gently seeking fingers down into my palm as she rolls her pelvis against me—desperate for more than I’m giving her.
“Patience, ma petite pièce brillante, ” I taunt her, my lips against the shell of her ear as I collect more of her sweet honey with my fingers as they curl upward to that hidden place inside her that makes her gasp my name again—an edge not unlike surprise in the sound.
“Sébastien!”
Louise lets loose her hold on me and uses both her hands to brace herself against the floor, arching her back. I hold her like this, stroking her deep inside with my middle and ring fingers while she moans loudly.
“I’m going to help you, Loulu, just relax. Me and the boys are going to take care of you,” I rumble as her body bends like a bow—her legs gently shaking as I stroke slower and deeper.
Her teeth grit as if she’s barely holding on to the edge of reason and I withdraw my fingers to sounds of protest.
“Take those off, eh?” I nod to her sodden panties as I spread her sweet slick over my throbbing hardness.
She obliges—shimmying out of the panties and kicking them away as I push her knees apart with my own—my arms hooking beneath hers as I descend upon her.
I catch her red-brown eyes as they flicker past me to Quentin, one of his hands—pale with their long spidery fingers reaching across the narrow space between them to interweave with hers.
“Cazimer!” Quentin keens as Caz’s gold prince Albert disappears inside Tin-tin’s slick asshole.
Louise’s fingers clutch Quentin’s as my cock head presses against her slick tightness.
“Eyes on me, Chère,” I command, reaching down and turning her chin as I push inside her.
There’s a sharp intake of breath. Her eyes wide as I let my hips sink—my length disappearing inside her hot, slick pussy inch by inch.
Louise’s free hand rises from the floor, her fingers combing through my hair from the nape of my neck up to the crown of my head as she brings my face to hers.
“Fuck me, Sébastien,” she murmurs, her lips brushing over mine—the two of us refusing to break eye contact as I sink down slowly, until my knot pulses against her dripping pussy lips. “Fuck me hard,” she whines when I remain still and stone hard deep inside.
“I need you to fuck me until that knot of yours can stretch my little pink pussy.” She entreats me, trying to writhe beneath me—forcing me to move, but she’s too small—too slight.
I’ve got at least forty pounds of pure muscle and a rock-hard, full knot with a head full of her perfume; she’s not doing anything unless I let her.
I disengage my arms from beneath hers, rocking back onto my elbows—my hips locked in place, unwilling to cede even an inch as my hands find the hinges of her knees.
I fold her against herself and give her a few brisk, deep strokes—my knot stopping with a jolt against her slick pussy lips with each seeking thrust.
“Harder,” she instructs—and I put more of my considerable weight behind me as I throw my hips with increasing speed.
She lets out a long low moan as I fuck her hard and fast—Caz and Quentin reaching their own pace of desperation beside us.
“I need your knot Sébastien!” Louise’s mewling plea draws my attention back from Caz and Tin Tin—and I adjust myself until I have her knees against my chest—her body curled back onto herself tightly as I begin to pound her as hard as I can, the full depth and power of the mating press needing only a few mighty thrusts before my knot is sucked suddenly and completely inside her.
Louise screams out and my entire body stiffens and spasms—my knot suddenly clutched by her white-hot tightness.
I barely recognize the sound that leaves my mouth as my pleasure spills over into Louise; my knot sealing my seed inside her, keeping us joined as I struggle to ease off of my heels.
Panting and exhausted—we struggle awkwardly; my massive frame suspended above Louise on the animal skins so that I don’t crush her as we remain locked together.
Tin-tin and Caz—already catching their breath beside us after their own climax—help Louise and I on to our sides, one of her legs still hooked up and over my hip as we lay there, my knot still captive in her pussy.
Momentarily drained, the four of us lay in the nest—Caz nuzzled against my back and bare ass, his soft cock warm against the curve of my glutes; Q—his cock already hard again—pressed between Louise’s ass cheeks as he levers his hips lazily against her—sliding his slick hardness languidly up and down between her cheeks.
Frank hasn’t even made it back to the cabin yet when I doze off for my first cat nap of the afternoon.
I knot Louise again, and Quentin once before Frank finally makes it back and I have to tap out and pass out for a real break.
When I finally come around, it’s late and my mouth feels like burning sandpaper, my abdominal muscles and glutes aching with the exertion of the afternoon and evening; my stomach howling with emptiness.
As the rest of my senses begin returning to me, I can make out the faint sounds of breathing—soft, wet slapping sounds coming from just outside the drawn bed sheet curtains of the nest.
I crawl, naked—limbs still heavy with sleep, to the edge of the nest and poke my head through the overlapping fabric.
My dry throat struggles to swallow down nothing as my eyes are filled with the sight of Frank—sweat beaded on his brow as he struggles to remain sitting upright on the wooden bench, his back against the edge of the farm table by the tin wash tub and water pump; his knot still locked inside Q’s ass as Q remains fully seated on Frank’s cock—Louise gripping the edge of the farm table, her feet flat on the wooden bench as she squat rides Q’s massive cock, sweat rolling down her spine to the dimples of her lower back as her ass slaps against Tin-tin’s thighs, his swollen balls.
Even though the sight makes my lower abdominal muscles ache with sudden flexion, my cock is slow to harden after all the action earlier. I’m only a gamma after all—my stamina is pretty legendary, but I’m no alpha.
Who knows how long Frank has been at it since Caz and I passed out from sheer exhaustion, but the dogged look on his face shows that even he may be reaching his limit.
I stumble to my feet and step into an abandoned pair of boxers.
In the dim glow of the twinkle lights, I can’t tell if they’re mine or not.
I just don’t wanna freeze my balls off in this cabin.
The fire hasn’t exactly been a priority—and now there's barely the glow of a few embers left in the soft bed of ash.