Three Months Later #2
"Look at her," Cass's voice cuts through the haze, low and rough with desire. "So fucking hungry for it. Beck, get over here. Give her your cock, too. Don't let her starve."
I feel the bed dip as Beck moves to my other side.
I turn my head, my mouth leaving Grason's cock with a wet pop, and immediately take Beck in.
He's smaller, and he fits so perfectly in my hand.
I moan as I taste the difference between my mates.
I'm lost in it, a swirl of their delicious tastes and smells—Warren's earthy scent from where he's fucking me, Grason's clean musk, Beck's slightly sharper, saltier flavor.
I'm cock-drunk, my mind a fog of pure sensation.
Trying to take them both, I turn my head from side to side, sucking one while my hand works the other, my lips stretching, my jaw aching. Spit and precum smears my cheeks as I desperately try to get my fill.
Seeing my struggle, Beck and Grason lean in closer, bringing the heads of their cocks together right in front of my open mouth. The slick, leaking tips rub against each other, creating a single, glistening target for my hunger. I don't have to choose anymore.
I stick out my tongue and lap at them both at once, swirling it over their combined heads, tasting the mingled salt of their pre-cum.
The friction of their cocks sliding against each other as I lick and suck is filthy and perfect, a messy, wet tangle of skin and need that sends a fresh wave of slick gushing from my pussy around Warren's cock.
The sudden wetness makes him falter for only a second before a deep, guttural growl rips from his chest. The sound is pure possession, a raw, animalistic claim.
His gentle rhythm shatters. His grip on my hips tightens, fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to bruise as he slams into me. The force of it punches the air from my lungs, his cock driving deeper, harder, chasing the fresh slick my body just offered up. He's no longer making love to me.
He's fucking me, each powerful thrust leaving me breathless.
"That's it, baby," Cass praises, his voice a dark, sinful caress. "Look at those greedy lips stretched around two cocks. You're a fucking goddess, Tansy. Our cum-hungry goddess.”
I hum around Grason and Beck’s cocks, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as their combined precum drips down the back of my throat.
“Is that what you want?” Warren growls softly, his hips slamming into mine. “Do you want us to plug every hole until you're dripping with us? Do you need to be stuffed full of our cum?"
I can only moan in response, a muffled, desperate sound as Warren's thrusts get harder. Deeper. Hitting that spot inside me that makes my toes curl.
My body is a conduit for their pleasure, a vessel to be filled, and the thought of it, the certainty of it, sends me hurtling toward the edge.
But before I can lose myself too much, Grason's hand is in my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands before he grabs the back of my head.
The motion is possessive, forceful, and it shoves Beck's cock from my mouth with a wet smack.
Before I can even process the loss, Grason is shoving his own cock past my lips, not letting me adjust.
Then he starts fucking my face, his hips driving forward in short, sharp thrusts.
I'm in heaven, my mouth and pussy being used at the same time, a perfect, brutal rhythm of possession.
My breath gets cut off with every deep push, his thick head hitting the back of my throat, then forcing its way deeper.
My eyes water, tears leaking from the corners and tracking down into my hair, but I'm not fighting it.
I'm proud. I'm taking him, every thick inch, my throat relaxing to welcome the intrusion.
"Fuck," Grason snarls, his voice tight with strain. "Your fucking mouth... feels so goddamn good." The praise, the raw need in his voice, makes my pussy clamp down around Warren's cock.
“Yes,” Warren grunts as his thrusts become erratic, more desperate.
Grason's knot balloons up at the base of his shaft, swelling impossibly large until it's pressing hard against my stretched lips, a firm, demanding bulge that seals his cock inside my mouth.
He gives one last, guttural groan, and then he's coming, his cock kicking against my tongue as he floods my mouth with thick, hot ropes of cum.
It's a direct, salty burst down my throat, and I'm swallowing, drinking him down, greedy for every drop.
Warren growls somewhere above me and drives into me one last, brutal time.
His own knot is thick and unforgiving as it pops into place inside me, stretching me to the limit and locking us together.
The feeling of Grason's cum filling my mouth while Warren's knot locks deep inside me shatters the last of my control.
My orgasm rips through me, a violent, convulsive wave of pleasure.
My entire body spasms, my pussy clamping down hard on Warren's knot, trying to milk him for all he's worth while my throat works to swallow every last drop of Grason's release.
I'm filled, plugged, and utterly, completely theirs.
I'm floating in a daze, my mind a blissful, fuzzy blank as Grason carefully pulls his still hard cock from my throat. The motion makes him curse, a sharp hiss of pain as his still-swollen knot drags against my sensitive lips. "Fuck, that stings."
Before I can even register his discomfort, Beck is there, moving in to help. He gently cups Grason's jaw with one hand and uses the other to carefully squeeze and massage the base of his knot, relieving the pressure.
"Easy, big guy," Beck whispers, his focus entirely on Grason. "I’ve got you.”
“Look at me, omega.” Cass’s face is suddenly hovering over mine, a welcome, solid presence in my post-orgasmic haze. He leans down and presses soft kisses to my damp, tear-streaked cheeks while Warren pants hard above me, his weight a comforting, grounding pressure.
"You're such a good girl," Cass whispers, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "So good for us.” He brushes the sweaty hair off my forehead, his touch impossibly gentle. “And the second Warren's knot goes down, I'm going to fill you up again.”
A slow, lazy smile spreads across my face. My body is still humming, a deep, pleasant thrum from the force of my orgasm, and the promise of more is everything I could ever want.
“Such a pretty girl.” Cass wipes a stray smear of spit and cum from the corner of my mouth with his thumb, then leans in and kisses me deeply.
It's not a hungry kiss, but a claiming one, a slow, thorough exploration that tastes of me and him and Grason, a perfect, messy blend of our pack. I've never felt so loved.
Warren starts to rub and squeeze my inner thighs, his hands strong and possessive as he waits for his knot to go down.
From the side, I hear Grason's low praise. "Fuck, Beck, that's... yeah, right there. You're good at that, baby boy.”
I'm surrounded by them, by their voices and their touch, by the most loving, attentive men in existence.
Tied to Warren, kissed by Cass, soothed by Beck's care for Grason, I've never been happier.
I'm safe.
Cherished.
Loved.
THE END