Chapter 7
I wouldn’t have seen them if my senses weren’t so heightened. A trio of figures lurking in the tree line about a hundred paces from the foot of the tower. Even from a distance, I recognize them immediately.
The three boys from this morning.
They’ve come to watch my daddies punish me, I suppose. Awfully bold of them to show up here, after the way Knar chewed them out earlier. He would probably kill all three of them if he knew they were down there spying. I’m tempted to tell him.
But then Knar would have to stop what he’s doing to me, and I simply can’t have that—not when I’m so close to coming around his perfect cock.
So I decide to give the young alphas a little show instead. Let them see how much I love getting ravaged by a real alpha. Who knows, maybe they’ll learn a thing or two.
“Don’t stop, Daddy! Please don’t stop!”
As if Knar would even think about it.
He grabs my hips and pounds me even harder than before, driving his dominance deep into my dripping heat.
His pelvis slams into my backside again and again, reigniting the flames he put there with his hand.
He’s spanking me all over again, punishing me and pleasuring me at the same time. It feels fucking amazing.
“Daddy!” I cry. “You’re going to make me come.”
He presses against me from behind, flattening my breasts against the clear pane. Below, at the edge of the woods, three pairs of eyes grow a little wider.
“Do it,” Knar growls. “Come all over Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”
I don’t even have to play it up for our audience; Knar does all the work for me. The hard metal piercing on the tip of his cock plows against that sensitive spot inside. I couldn’t disobey him if I tried.
I don’t know what feels better: my orgasm, or Knar’s. His release gushes into me, filling my pussy with liquid warmth. Then it overflows. His stuff drips out of me in sticky globs. The air grows thick with the pungent aroma of breeding.
It takes me a moment to realize why it’s leaking like that. The gland at the base of Knar's shaft has expanded, but it isn’t inside me. I can feel it pushing against my labia, a good two or three times thicker than the rest of him.
Even Knar is not without mercy, it seems. He has decided to spare me the pain of his knot.
I almost wish he hadn’t.
“Daddy?” I whisper.
He kisses me softly on the shoulder, then the neck, then a nibble at my ear.
“Patience,” he murmurs. “You’ll feel my knot soon enough, little omega. But first, you have two more alphas who wish to breed you.” He sniffs me, then growls. “And your heat is still far from over.”
Knar withdraws, and the stuff which had hitherto been merely leaking from my body now comes pouring out of me in a rush. I barely have time to blush before I am passed into the arms of the next waiting alpha.
Renn.
He takes me face to face, with my back pressed against the glass.
His knot is still swollen at the base of his shaft, and it smacks against the lips of my sex with every hard thrust. It doesn’t matter that he can’t fit his entire cock inside me like this; the handsome young alpha has length to spare.
He presses his forehead against mine and smiles as he fucks me.
“You like putting on a show,” he whispers. “Don’t you, little omega?”
My eyes go wide, and my mouth drops open in shock. Does he know the other young alphas are out there watching?
Renn laughs softly.
“They can’t see your face with your back against the glass. I guess you’ll just have to scream, really… really… loud.”
Then he makes me.
The steel ball on the upper rim of his cockhead grinds mercilessly against my spot. My body is helpless against the onslaught—helpless to do anything but come, long and hard.
Renn comes too, and he does it inside me, just like his pack leader before him. His load is not quite as big as Knar’s, but it’s still impressive in its own right, especially considering it’s his second one in such a short span of time.
As our climaxes start to fade, he kisses me slow and deep.
“Source, you feel good, Eri.”
“So do you,” I murmur. “I love how it feels when you come inside me. I love how much there is.”
Smirk.
“But it’s not enough, is it, omega? You still need more, don’t you? You need more alpha cum.”
My blush is all the answer he needs.
“Thought so…”
My legs are almost too weak to support me, but they don’t need to. Renn sweeps me off my feet and carries me toward the center of the room. When I see what is waiting for me there, my heart trembles.
Bjor has cleared a space on the floor, and now the big alpha is lying on his back, stark naked and ready for mating.
Though he is the softest of my three alpha daddies, his cock is anything but.
It looks about as hard and thick as one of the spear hafts he so skillfully carves, and twice as dangerous.
His member is adorned with a multitude of metal studs, giving it the appearance of a war club. My sex trembles at the sight.
“Down you go,” Renn says.
He carefully lowers me onto his pack brother’s lap. Knar helps him. Bjor grips himself around the base, holding his shaft steady while I straddle him. His studded tip breaches me.
“Oh, Source,” I whimper as he slides deeper. “Oh, Source… Oh, Source…”
“Easy,” Bjor says, guiding me down onto him with his hands. “There’s no rush, sweetheart. Take your time.”
I sink lower, the slow penetration lubricated by the seed of the alphas who have already claimed me. At last I am sitting on Bjor’s lap and his cock is fully sheathed within, hard and naked and throbbing. I place my hands against his hairy chest and stare down into his bearded face.
“Daddy,” I whisper. “It’s so big.”
“I know, sweetheart. It’s bigger now than it’s ever been before, and you’re the one who made it that way.”
“I want to make it come,” I whisper. “Will you come inside me like Knar and Renn?”
“Of course, sweetheart. Anything you want.”
He presses the pad of his thumb against my clitoris and starts to rub. My hips begin rocking in response, causing his cock to stir deep inside me. His piercings tickle me in places I didn’t even know existed.
After a minute, he takes his thumb away, but my hips keep gyrating on their own. I lower myself down onto his belly, grinding my clit against his pelvis as I ride him. My breasts sweep against him, the nipples stiff and tingling. I can feel another climax welling deep within my core.
“I want you to knot me.”
His eyebrows lift. “Are you sure, Eri? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Please,” I beg, my voice dripping. “I want to feel it so bad.”
Bjor looks to Knar for confirmation. The pack leader gives a stern nod.
“She’s ready,” he says. “Renn and I have prepared her.”
“Very well…”
Huge hands encircle my waist, and Bjor holds me in place above him, driving up into me from below with hard, deep thrusts. I’m not riding him anymore; he’s the one in control, and he’s using my body like a rag-doll designed for his pleasure, forcing me to come again, and again, and again.
“Get ready,” he rumbles. “Here it comes.”
He thrusts into me one final time and holds himself there, hard and deep.
And that’s when I feel it.
It doesn’t happen all at once, the way it did with the others.
His knot expands slowly inside me, stretching my inner walls, even as my entrance seems to cinch tighter around him, locking my body with his.
I would be lying if I said it didn’t hurt, but I don’t mind.
I like the way it feels, and I like it even more when he starts to come, flooding my pussy with his hot, sticky love.
This time, not a drop leaks out. His knot keeps all of it in.
“Did that feel good?” Bjor asks. “Did you like being knotted by your alpha?”
I blush, then nod.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. “I want to do it again.”
Those friendly crinkles appear at the corners of Bjor’s eyes, and he laughs softly through his beard.
“You’ll have to be patient, little omega. We need to wait a few minutes so Daddy’s knot can go away.”
“Not necessarily,” Knar growls.
The pack leader has moved around behind me. I feel him touching the place where my body is locked with Bjor’s. The skin between my legs is messy with slick and seed. Knar gathers the mixture with his fingers and spreads it upward, into the open cleft of my ass.
“Daddy!” I gasp. “What are you—oh!”
Knar rubs the slippery fluid all around my rim. Then he pushes his finger inside, working the natural lubrication deep into my canal. My body makes no attempt to resist. It opens, as if begging him to go deeper.
“You have more than one hole,” he purrs darkly. “And that means you can take more than one knot. Do you want that, omega?”
My little ring of muscle squeezes around him, sucking.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Knar removes his finger, and a moment later I feel something else pressing into me. Something bigger. Something pierced.
Renn.
I wince as the younger alpha’s tip spreads me open, then moan as his hard shaft fills me an inch at a time. Several minutes have elapsed since he came inside me, and his knot has already started to abate, but it has not vanished completely. That extra girth stretches me as it enters.
“Oh fuck,” I hiss. “Oh fuck!”
“There’s that language again…”
Knar clutches a fistful of hair and jerks my head up. He’s right in front of me now, kneeling with his legs bracketing Bjor’s head. His cock is in my face, hard and glistening.
“…guess I’m gonna have to rinse that dirty little mouth out with seed.”
He takes my head between his hands and starts to use me, mating with my mouth while Renn mates with my other end. Bjor’s big knot holds me in place while they share my helpless body between them. I couldn’t get away if I tried.
But why would I try? This is where I belong, filled by three alphas who love me.
Renn is the first to come. His knot feels like it will split me, but it doesn’t.
My body stretches to accommodate him as he pumps his hot fluid into my forbidden depths.
I join him with a climax of my own, but my cries come out muted and wet.
My pussy flutters around Bjor’s knot, milking him for more.
He gives it to me, spurt after spurt, until it feels as if I will burst from all the seed that’s inside me.
And finally, Knar. His knot inflates against my lips, and he spends himself inside my mouth, all creamy and warm. I have to swallow more than once just to get it all down.
When he’s finished, he pulls out, and I stare up at him through tear-filled eyes.
“Good girl,” he says.
He leans down and kisses me slow and deep, not seeming to mind that my lips are still stained with his release. Then he shifts his mouth to my ear and whispers.
“There’s just one last thing we must do.”
He kisses my neck—softly, gently—moistening my skin with his lips and tongue. Then he bares his teeth, and I can feel his sharp canines grazing against my tender flesh. He growls…
“Daddy?”
…and bites.