Twenty-Three Days Until Christmas #2
"That's my girl." He breathes hot breath against her lips, his hips not wavering in their rhythm once. "You let daddy use your sweet body. Just lay there and take it like my good girl."
She's about to come, so close to the edge of it she can feel her walls beginning to tighten around him.
If she was lucid enough to admit it to herself, maybe she'd acknowledge that she did like it when they talked about breeding her, if her swiftly approaching orgasm was anything to go by.
But then he thrusts one last time, his knot held carefully outside of her as he cums and fills her up with his release.
He moans one final pussy clenching sound in her ear before he hauls himself off of her, leaving her aching and wet.
She's about to protest this treatment, at being denied when she was so close, but then she's being turned over onto her back again, her pants now wrenched down and off by two sets of hands, and then her knees are pinned all the way back nearly to her ears.
A complaint sits on her tongue about this not being the most comfortable position, especially when she still hasn't come.
But then she looks up and sees the way that Tenor and Julius are looking down at her with eyes blown black, hungry and unashamed.
Luke hovers in the background, the frosting bowl still clutched in one hand, the other one gripping his dripping erection.
"Look at that," Tenor breathes, his eyes locked onto her dripping centre and his voice reverent. "You have the prettiest damn pussy I've ever seen in my life."
Then his eyes flash to hers, and his face darkens. "I'm going to make it a fucking mess."
He makes good on his promise, spearing her on his length in one easy thrust, her channel already slick and ready from Julius' efforts.
He pushes down on her knees in a way that isn't entirely comfortable, holding her in this open position. But she doesn't complain because the slack jawed look on his face when he's inside of her makes her want to come apart all over again.
"Thanks for warming her up for me," he says, side eying Julius before he pulls back and powers back into her. "Fucking hell, how did we get so damn lucky?"
She doesn't think she'll ever be immune to their praise, no matter how long she has with them. Her face flushes with pleasure, her pussy fluttering around him as her orgasm continues to grow closer once more with every word and every thrust.
"Fuck," he says again, powering back into her. "I can't fucking wait to see you all round with a baby. You're going to be so damn beautiful."
She can't even scold him about swearing or talking about breeding again because her words get caught up behind the moans that are spilling out of her without her control as her channel begins to pulse around him.
"Absolutely the fuck not, Eden." Tenor chastises her, as if she's responded to him with actual words rather than wanton sounds from the back of her throat.
"You're not coming until we're done with you.
What part of snowed in a remote cabin with the mountain men and used as a breeder did you not understand? "
She shoots him as vicious a glare as she can and then clamps her pelvic muscles down on him, strangling his cock and trying to force her own release to come quicker. She can just feel it... almost there...
And then the rat bastard cums with a strangled sound and doesn't even knot her and she thinks she might actually bite him in retaliation if he didn't immediately straighten up and pull out of her.
"She might be submissive and breedable but she's also kind of feral," he mutters to no one in particular.
And then they all turn to Luke, still standing there with the frosting bowl in one hand, still fisting his cock with the other.
"If he gets one drop of jizz in there, I'm going to fucking kill him," Julius mutters before he turns her back onto her hands and knees, staring his pack brother down. "You're up, unless you want to skip your turn."
"Fuck no," Luke says. She hears the metal bowl clattering on the floor, and then the impossibly broad head of his cock thrusts inside of her, and she can't even shoot Julius a glare about offering her up like a prized heifer because she's so close, just a little bit more, right there...
"If I knot her, what are the chances that I knock her up first?" Luke's words startle her and she nearly rears up to make another protest.
"I'm still on suppress–" Julius muffles her mouth with one massive hand and then pushes her back to the ground with his other hand between her shoulder blades so her chest makes contact with the cold hardwood beneath her.
But even despite the forcefulness with which he manhandles her, his palm still cushions her face, not letting her actually get uncomfortable no matter what messed up games they were playing with her.
"No knotting," he growls at Luke. "Don't be greedy, asshole."
"One birth control injection isn't going to stop us from putting a baby in you, Eden. We already told you that," Tenor says reasonably from behind her, ignoring the other two.
Luke's hands clutch her hips as he starts to pound into her. She arches her back just like she knows they like, thrusting her hips back against him, but when she tries to snake a hand to her front to rub her clit, one of their hands catch hers in a manacled grip and she nearly growls.
When Luke cums inside her once more before she can reach her own orgasm, she thinks she might actually attack one of them.
Her pussy is fluttering helplessly, her hips churning and wiggling for any friction, but they won't even let her clench her thighs together when they turn her back onto her front.
"She doesn't look pregnant yet," Julius says, appraising her like a used cars salesman looking at a 2015 Toyota Camry. His voice is maddeningly unaffected as he squints down at her belly. "Guess it's my turn again."