48. Piper
Piper
“ D ammit!”
It had come on so strong and quick. Before I’d had time to fully prepare, I was already in the throes of my heat. Dakota was with me as the need built in my system, and I latched on to him like I’d die without him near me.
“Should I get the others? Get them in here?” Dakota rumbled as he laid me down in the soft nest that I’d hastily assembled when the urges had become overwhelming.
“I can’t stand for you to take your hands off me for a single moment,” I whined as his fingers slid up the outsides of my thighs, lifting the hem of my satin nightgown. “I’m sure they’ll hear or smell us soon enough,” I reasoned, nibbling at Dakota’s earlobe as he kissed my neck.
“Then I won’t go anywhere. I’ll stay right here with my pretty girl,” Dakota purred, his hands moving to my slick soaked panties. “Already so wet, just from a little kissing.” He sighed, allowing his fingers to press against my drenched panties.
“I feel like I’m going to go crazy if you don’t keep touching me.” I writhed under his touch, my body desperate for my alpha’s attention.
“Oh, don’t you worry, pretty girl.” Dakota pulled my panties to the side, bringing his mouth to mine. “I don’t plan on stopping,” he assured me, tracing his fingers up my dripping pussy lips.
“Dakota, please,” I gasped, my muscles aching for him to stretch me—if not with his knot, at least with his fingers.
“Please, what?” he teased, nipping playfully at my bottom lip.
“I’m so tight,” I whined, lifting my hips off the bed.
As if he’d somehow tuned into his twin’s brain waves, Montana appeared in the doorway to the bedroom, his nostrils flared.
“Sweet mercy,” he swooned, taking another deep sniff of the air, his eyes falling on Dakota and me tangled in the nest. “Her heat’s started?” he stammered, fingers already moving to the pearl buttons on his snapfront shirt. He made his way toward the bed, a low growl rumbling through him.
“Pretty girl is already desperate, yeah.” Dakota nodded, wriggling out of his own shirt so that we could get skin to skin.
“I’m so fucking slick,” I whimpered, scissoring my legs in the blankets, my skin burning without Kota putting his hands on me.
“I need knots,” I pleaded, my hands moving down the cool satin of my nightgown. I dragged them over my hard nipples beneath, down over my belly toward my throbbing pussy.
“Well, we can certainly help with that, can’t we, Kota?” Montana grinned as he shrugged out of his shirt, quickly stepping out of his jeans so that he was already down to his boxers before he flopped into the nest with us.
“Yeah, I think we can figure something out.” Dakota grinned as one of his hands helped my satin nightgown up over my knees, the slinky fabric pooling around my hips.
“Looks like our sunshine is already nice and juicy.” Montana sighed contentedly as Dakota pulled my knees apart, reaching down to slip my soaked panties off.
I lifted my ass off the bed and helped kick out of the soaking wad of cotton. Dakota draped his hands over each of my knees, keeping me spread wide for his twin.
“Juicy, and good enough to eat ,” Montana rumbled, getting down onto his belly between my thighs, his tongue running up my slick lips to my clit with firm but tender strokes.
“Monty,” I whined, my fingers finding their way into Montana’s luminous golden brown hair as his head bobbed between my legs.
“How’s that, pretty girl? Feeling a little better?” Dakota whispered against my ear, one of his hands reaching out to toy with one of my nipples, pearled and wickedly sensitive through the cool satin.
“I want more,” I pleaded while Montana lapped hungrily at my cunt.
“Don’t worry,” Dakota soothed, leaning down to gently take my satin-covered nipple between his lips, and ever so tenderly between his teeth before he began to kiss his way down my sternum toward my belly.
“Let us take care of you a bit, pretty girl. There are plenty of knots to keep you busy through this heat, but we gotta make sure you’re ready for all of us. ”
I let out a high, needy whine as Dakota sat up and spread my knees wider, shouldering in beside Montana. Dakota’s lips closed around my buzzing clit as Montana worked his velvety tongue inside my dripping pussy.
My eyes rolled back as they lavished their twin attentions on me, and I only vaguely registered the low, dull thump of footsteps approaching from down the hall.
“Well, well, well ,” Zeke chuckled as he ducked through the bedroom door. “I would ask what’s going on in here, but I think the evidence is clear.”
He beamed, grabbing a handful of his cotton t-shirt from the scruff of his neck and pulling the entire thing up and over his head in a single fluid motion.
“Zeke,” I moaned, drinking in the sight of his body, sculpted and glowing golden in the low light of the nest.
“How are those Flint boys treating you, Pipes?” He worked his big silver belt buckle open, his grin hungry.
Words completely escaped me as Montana slid two fingers inside my pussy, Dakota still sucking and flicking his tongue across my clit.
“Nice work, guys.” Zeke smirked, kicking off his pants and settling down into the nest.
I panted, breath ragged as the twins brought me closer and closer to orgasm, Zeke’s big hands helping my nightgown over my head to expose my breasts.
“Hey, Clay!” he called out as he reached down to cup my breasts, his fingers fluttering in featherlight touches over my hard nipples. “You better get in here if you don’t wanna miss the first time Piper comes during this heat!”
Zeke’s words, confident and casually dirty, made my muscles tighten around Montana’s fingers, and my hips bucked against the twins' faces.
“I’m so close,” I pleaded, my hands clutching desperately at the backs of the twins’ heads.
There was the sound of hurried footfalls in the hall, and suddenly, Clay was standing above all of us, a wild look in his hazel eyes.
“That’s right, duchess. I’m here now; come for me. It’ll help get you ready for our knots.”
“Oh god!” I cried out, my legs shaking wildly as the twins held them forced apart, Dakota sucking hard on my clit while Montana fucked me with his fingers and tongue.
“That’s good, duchess.” Clay reached down to brush some hair out of my eyes and ran a thumb over my bottom lip as the twins withdrew, allowing me a moment's rest.
“I’m still so, so tight,” I begged, slick running from my pussy, soaking the blankets beneath me.
“Don’t you worry,” Zeke comforted, stroking his hard cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. “We have plenty to stretch you with.”
Montana and Dakota, already free of their boxers, clambered back over me, Dakota leaning down to help me sit up, Montana slipping in behind me to guide me up onto my knees.
“Monty, Kota,” I breathed as they held me between them, tilting my hips back slightly.
“Attagirl,” Montana whispered against my ear as he reached between my legs, pressing the head of his cock against my dripping pussy.
“You feel so good,” I murmured as Montana sank a few inches of his length inside me from behind, just before Dakota’s mouth dipped down to trap mine in a kiss, his hands moving over my breasts.
“We’re gonna take it easy on you, get you back into the swing of things,” Dakota whispered against my lips. Then he reached down and began to stroke my clit as Montana fucked me from behind, Zeke and Clay watching our kneeling trio with both of their cocks free of their boxers.
Over Dakota’s shoulder, I watched as Clay gripped the swell of his knot, Zeke playing with the head of his cock in the reflection of the big tri-fold mirror atop the wooden dresser.
I cried out my displeasure as Montana suddenly pulled free of my tight cunt, Dakota’s fingers still scrolling small circular patterns over my clit.
Before I could protest, Dakota and his brother switched without changing positions, Montana stroking my clit in gentle looping swirls as Dakota sank his hot, hard cock inside me up to the knot.
“Kota!” I moaned as his hands moved over my hips to cup my ass cheeks, helping to slide me up and down on his shaft.
“You need more than that, don’t you, duchess?” Clay groaned, moving toward us at the edge of the bed, his piercings catching the light as he stroked himself, nearly at eye level.
“Yes.” I nodded, mewling pathetically as my pussy gripped Dakota’s cock.
“What do you need, duchess?” Clay prompted me as he looked deeply into my eyes.
“I wanna be filled up,” I whined with increasing desperation, Montana’s cock still wet with my slick sliding up and down my ass cheeks.
“You want us together, sunshine?” Montana growled against the shell of my ear, his hands gripping the curve of my hips.
“Yes, I want both of you. I want you now ,” I moaned, eyes fluttering closed as Montana reached down to gather some of my dripping slick, gently running his slippery fingers over my tight asshole.
“Just breathe, sunshine. We’re gonna fill you up so good,” Montana growled low, his blunt heat pressing inside my tight hole as Dakota thrust into my pussy up to the knot.
“Yeeessss…” I almost wept as the twins pumped their cocks slow and deep inside me, my body pinned between them as Montana kissed my shoulders, my neck.
Dakota moved to cup my face in his hands as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, my body turning to liquid between them. My body yearned for the ultimate fullness of both of their knots and hot cum inside me.
“Look at how sweet our omega takes two cocks at the same time,” Zeke purred huskily, kneeling beside the twins and me, humping a pillow, his massive cock and swollen knot bobbing up and down as he rocked his hips forward.
I couldn’t look at all that fat cock without imagining it pistoning inside me as if I were lying face down, ass up on the pillow Zeke ground himself against.
“Our duchess is such a sweet, dirty little thing,” Clay agreed, his voice carrying an unmistakable note of pride.