Four Days Until Christmas
Luke
Eden is on the tail end of her heat. She's still pumping out sweet omega hormones that make his dick thick and throbbing, but she's clearer headed now and not as prone to nipping at them with her sharp little teeth the minute she gets pissy.
So now she's decided she needs to decorate the tree, and he has to admit that maybe Julius was right and maybe the tree wasn't entirely thought out. But how the fuck was he supposed to know she was going to go into heat and latch onto it as a new nesting material?
Really, it's Tenor's fault for his family's fucking plague germs making Eden sick and Julius' anxiety making Eden take antibiotics for a viral infection.
He wasn't sure if Julius even knew how to read, but he sure as shit wasn't reading all the literature about antibiotic resistance and the dangers to their omega's digestive system or opportunistic super-infections from needlessly taking antibiotics.
She's slightly less feral now and is actually letting them decorate the tree–still next to the bed but at least not in the bed. Not sure how they're going to get those sap stains out of the sheets either.
She lets out a little whine when he hangs one of the silver baubles too close to one of the other silver ones and he wordlessly moves it a little bit further up the tree, which immediately settles her back down.
Julius is stringing lights up, his eyes barely even on the tree.
He's entirely focussed on Eden like she's an IED about to explode and he's going to have to jump on her and sacrifice himself to save them or some shit.
Maybe he should go see Eden's trauma therapist. Shit, maybe they all should, actually.
He makes a mental note to make them appointments.
There had to be some military or prison trauma knocking around up there.
When Tenor puts one of the garlands up and Eden starts breathing heavily and squirming, Luke decides it's time to take a break here.
But she protests when he scoops her up, despite the slick he can smell dripping down her leg.
She's on the tail end of her heat and she'd survive if they didn't fuck her, but it was their job to meet her needs. Best damn job in the world.
"Aw, come on baby, we can finish a little later, let us take care of you now."
"But it's almost Christmas," she's audibly panting and squirming in his grip in a way that's not even attempting to get free now as she tries to maneuver to rub her little pussy against him. "We need to finish decorating."
"Naw," he tells her. "I like it like this. Come on, I'll put on some music, it'll be nice."
When he turns on the Eartha Kitt's Santa Baby on his Spotify, Julius looks at him like he's going to chop his balls off, but when he starts fucking Edens hot wet pussy to the beat and she relaxes into the bed like a pretty golden puddle, Julius stops glaring daggers and fists his cock to feed it to her.
"Fuck," he groans, bottoming out inside her as she coos out the prettiest sound once her throat is free. "I just realized this means we don't have to go back to Tenor's house for Christmas."
He has to fight the urge to cum as he says it and Tenor looks like he's going to beat his ass. But when Luke flips them over and spreads her cheeks in a wordless invitation to join him, the fucker's face narrows in on her asshole and he shuts the fuck up.
All her holes are red and swollen and soft by now after days of them fucking. Their steady stream of protein-rich cum has kept her nourished and hydrated over the days when she hasn't been able to eat, but it's also left her sore from overuse.
He, Julius, and Tenor had been scarfing down protein bars and bottles of water every minute they get a chance, sometimes even while they were fucking her.
She really hadn't liked it when he'd chugged a bottle of water and said 'look ma, no hands' while he had been railing her the previous day, but that was fine.
She forgot about it pretty quick in the heat fog.
When Tenor slips into her ass, there's no resistance or prep needed.
There's enough cum still in there to act as lube and she's taking it so good, thrusting back against them.
The pressure of Tenor's cock against his through the thin tissue dividing Eden's pussy from her ass only adds to everyone's pleasure.
This heat has been like some perfect hazy dream world where their bonds are all flung wide open, pleasure and love bouncing off each of them like some sort of infinite prism of life and death and rebirth and connection, like he can see the cycle of life hidden inside each one of them.
Like a little glimpse behind the curtain of the universe, and what he saw was so fucking good, it felt like his heart was glowing.
He never wanted it to end, never wanted to go back to doing cybersecurity contracts.
He was damn good at it, since he'd been hacking into shit since he was fourteen years old and hosting LAN parties in his basement, but it was also so fucking boring.
He could do that shit in his sleep. If you know how to hack into somewhere, you know how to keep hackers out.
But the thought of going back to that after seeing the secrets of the universe in Eden's pussy? Fuck.
He can't stop himself from cumming inside of her, his knot expanding to fill that perfect space behind her entrance where the two of them joined up until they became one, one flesh, one body, one soul.
Nat King Cole is in the background crooning about Joy to the World and fuck, does it feel like it.