33. Oliver
There’s something so primally satisfying about watching my omega make her nest for me. The way she fusses and shifts and fluffs and stuffs each corner of the space; it makes my alpha instincts melt like snow in spring. Tori seems to be in a form of subspace, hardly aware that I’m watching, leaning down with one arm braced on the crossbeam at the entrance to the sleeping area. She’s focused entirely on making sure that the clothes my future pack mates and I provided are placed just so among the covers, always pausing to take deep inhales of each scent.
I’m half tempted to record this so I can shove it in Coach’s face the next time I see him. Eli insisted we all needed to give Tori something for her nest, but Logan didn’t jump to volunteer like I thought he would. Like he was waiting for something, but he wouldn’t tell us what. Eli dropped the matter until, one day, he came home from practice with a sealed plastic bag containing a few of Logan’s quarter-zip pullovers, a pair of sweatpants, and an odd dress shirt. I had enough sense not to ask how he came to be in possession of them.
Eventually, Tori sits back on her heels in the middle of the vaguely round formation of pillows and blankets and clothes, her spine relaxing as she sighs deeply. My chest rumbles in an approving purr, and Tori’s head rolls until her half-lidded gaze lands on me. Her face flushes under the warm glow of the string lights, her pink lips slightly parted. If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost think she was going into heat. But there’s still a spark of sanity in her mismatched eyes, which has me standing up.
“Is your nest ready, princess? May I come in with you?”
Eli stressed multiple times that joining Tori in her nest is nothing like joining her in bed. Nests are an omega’s territory and should be treated with the same care and consideration as we would treat the woman who creates it. Consent first, always.
Tori blinks slowly, then her chin dips in a nod, one of her hands coming up to point at her work bag, which she dropped at the threshold when I let her in. In only a few strides, I reach it, crouching down as I look at Tori for my next instruction. She doesn’t make any movement to call me back, so I slowly unzip the main pocket, giving her time to stop me if this isn’t what she wants. When I turn my attention from her face to the opening, I let out a surprised bark of involuntarily laughter.
“You brought this with you? Did you have it with you all day?” I ask through my laughter, extracting the bright pink silicone duplicate of Elijah’s dick and holding it up.
Tori’s lips curl up in a grin even as her face blooms with color. I rise to my feet, the heavy toy dangling in my hand as I prowl forward. With a squeak, Tori scrambles back into the nest, her giggles betraying any signs of fear she might be showing. Toeing off my shoes, I kneel at the entrance, smirking to myself. I didn’t test out the proportions as it was being installed, but now, as I’m crawling across the mattress, I sigh in relief. There’s going to be plenty of room for all of us in here when the time comes.
Tori is half-lying down with her shoulders pressed against one of the padded walls, and her legs fall open on instinct as I get closer, allowing me to settle into the cradle of her hips. I set the dildo to the side before sliding my hands into her soft tresses near the base of her neck and pulling her face to mine to claim her lips.
Her scent is sugary sweet, the taste of her tongue making me moan and press my hardening cock against her core. Her hands take fistfuls of my t-shirt, holding on for dear life as we kiss. I purr hard enough to rattle my teeth, head spinning from the feeling of her legs wrapping around my waist.
She’s so perfect, responsive to every brush of my fingers, until she’s whining and clawing at me for more.
“Oli, please,” she moans, tipping her head back to expose the pale column of her throat.
Chuckling darkly, I scrape my teeth against her skin. “Are you sure that’s how you want to address me?” I ask.
While I’m not as strict with the rules for our kinky playtimes as Logan, Tori and I have our own language. If she wants me to make love to her, to worship her body like the goddess she is, she’ll call me by my name. But if she wants me to have my wicked way with her, she’ll call me–
“ Mon roi , please, sir. I need you.”
That’s all I need to hear. I growl, one of my hands coming up to wrap around her throat. Gasping, her eyes lock with mine in the dim glow of the nest. Her pulse gallops under my fingers as I tilt her head from side to side, examining the flushed planes of her beautiful face. Her left eye, the lighter of the two, is bright like the summer sky, the right like a flawless sapphire, both with pupils so wide that only a tiny strip of color remains.
“Clothes off, princess,” I say on a breath, squeezing slightly before releasing her.
Without responding, Tori’s shaking hands come up to start on the buttons of her blouse. I sit back on my heels to give her some room, twisting so I can reach the back wall and the hidden storage cupboards. A soft press of the center panel releases the magnetic closure, exposing part of the sex toy collection I purchased for Tori. Knotted dildos, vibrators of different sizes and strengths, and more are tucked into holders, all of them setting the gears in my depraved mind to spinning. By the time I settle on a plan, Tori is naked and looking up at me.
I give her a sideways smirk as I shift back, the movement making her whine and reach for me.
“Good girls don’t pout,” I warn, pulling off my shirt in one smooth movement.
Tori’s hand goes to her dripping core, gathering up some of her wetness before she starts to circle her clit, humming in delight as I strip down to my boxer briefs. When she closes her eyes, I slip a few toys and a bottle of lube out of the cupboard before closing it again.
“Up on your knees for me,” I instruct, reaching forward for the Eli dildo.
“Yes, sir.” She moves right away to obey.
I take a deep breath as she turns over, putting her ass in the air and her chest to the mattress. The perfect omega presentation of her holes for me. I purr approvingly, dragging a finger through her slick folds, back to her puckered rear entrance to apply the lightest pressure. She gasps, her head whipping around to look at me with wide eyes.
“Eli gave you this to play with when he’s not here.” I hold up the toy in question and shake it slightly. “But I want to fuck you, too. So I’m going to give you a choice. Either this is going in your pussy today, or I am. And pick carefully, princess, because whatever you don’t choose is going in your ass.”
Her jaw goes slack, even as she pushes her hips back against my hand as it teases her pussy. There’s a secret third option on the table where she doesn’t take both at the same time, but I’m not going to tell her that right away. Tori loves a challenge, and I love that competitive streak of hers.
She swallows, pulling my attention out of my fantasies and back to her face. “You in my ass, sir. Please,” she stutters.
I reward her choice with some direct attention to her swollen pleasure button, watching as her eyes flutter closed. “Good girl. I’m going to get you ready for me, okay? Then we’ll really get started. You have permission to come as many times as you want,” I say, setting down the dildo and picking up a compact vibrator.
Tori nods, melting under my attention as I slide the tips of my first two fingers into her slit, only going to the first knuckle before withdrawing. Turning on the vibrator, I press it to her clit, and she jumps.
“Hold this for me, princess. And don’t move it, okay?” I coo as I apply feather-light pressure with the toy.
Tori nods again, then gasps, one of her hands snaking under her torso to take the vibrator from me and angle it more comfortably, allowing me to pull my hands away. But as I watch my omega pleasure herself at my instruction, I can’t resist leaning in and licking away some of her juices. Her essence is sweet and tart, like a fresh twist of lemon into refreshing southern tea, and it takes more effort than I would ever admit to pull away.
“You are so pretty like this, ma reine . Making yourself feel good for me, just like that. Whenever you come, I want you to tell me how much of a pretty little slut you are,” I praise, emphasizing my instruction with two firm spanks on the peachy globes of her ass.
She jumps and moans, nodding hard as her hips grind on air. I reach down and spread out my t-shirt to protect the covers, positioning the plugs I’d selected in a row from smallest to thickest. Those will come in a moment, but first I want to play with my hands.
Lubing up my fingers, I circle the pad of my thumb around her asshole, purring and praising her until she stops tensing and allows me to press gently into the ring of muscle. I go slow despite the intense throbbing in my cock, wanting this to be as good for her as it will be for me.
“Oh, oh, oh, my god. I’m your pretty little cum slut. I’m your slut, your pretty little slut. Yes,” Tori cries, hips bucking as she shudders through her first orgasm.
“That’s right, princess. You are my perfect little fuck doll,” I affirm, reaching down and lubing up the first butt plug.
When I turn back, I growl as I see that Tori has moved the vibrator away from her slit. I grab her wrist and force the vibrator back into place even as she shrieks in pleasure-pain.
“I said to hold this right here, princess. I’ll tell you when you can remove it,” I snarl lowly.
I half hope she’ll disobey me as I pull my hand away, but she stays put, her face twisting with internal struggle as her body shakes. I lift the plug to her rear entrance, teasing the tip in and out until there’s no resistance. Inch by inch, I work the plug in, stretching her ass open for me. The front of my underwear is sticky with my pre-cum, but I can only focus on the way Tori responds to my ministrations.
Once I can fuck the widest part of the plug in and out of her hole easily, I withdraw it completely, moving up the next size and repeating the process. About halfway into the last size, Tori’s legs start trembling, her breathing growing heavy.
“Are you going to come again for me?” I ask smoothly, brushing the hand not currently ass-fucking her with a plug thicker than three of my fingers over the curve of her hips.
She whimpers, and I can almost see the moment she shatters. Her entrance pulses, and I push the plug forward more and more until her muscles clench around the neck. Her words slur as she tells me how much of a pretty slut she is, but I get a satisfied swell of pride as her body releases a stream of fluid into my lap.
“God, that’s my good fucking girl. Squirting for me with that big plug in her ass,” I moan, palming my cock through the fabric of my boxers.
A glance at her face has me reaching down to pull the vibrator away. Her eyes are half-open, but they keep fluttering closed, as if she’s on the verge of passing out. I don’t remove the plug, letting her get used to the fullness as she comes down from her high. I strip off my boxers as she slumps forward, her hips rolling to the side as she loses the strength to hold them up.
I shove everything except the Eli dildo and the bottle of lube aside, leaving the cleanup for later. Gathering Tori in my arms, I reposition us on our sides, her back to my chest in my arms, allowing me to pet her hair and kiss all over the bare skin of her arms and shoulders as I help her come down. Thankfully, this time, she doesn’t cry as she eases from subspace, which makes my chest grow warm.
We still haven’t figured out why Tori has a breakdown after coming out of the haze, but I’ve discovered a solution. As long as she doesn’t feel abandoned, she’ll be okay. So I keep whispering to her, touching her, making sure she knows that I’m here. Eventually, when her breathing is under control, she fully melts in my arms, her nose brushing against the arm under her head.
“I’m so full,” she slurs.
I smile into her hair, pulling her closer until my cock is pressing into her ass. “You’re going to get even fuller, if you think you can take it.”
If looks could kill, the vicious side-eye Tori gives me would have my loved ones planning my funeral.
I laugh as I shift us slightly, allowing me better access to her face to kiss her properly. While I have her distracted, I reach for the cloned cock, testing it against her swollen pussy lips. She jumps at the contact, but moans as I circle her sensitive clit with the rubber tip. She’s so wet that I don’t even need to lube the fake cock before I put pressure on her entrance.
“You want me to stuff you with Eli before I finally fuck you? Or do you want me to stop teasing you with toys and give you a thick alpha cock first?”
Asking for consent while teasing might be the thing I’m best at, judging by the way Tori whines and thrashes in my arms. I band my arm over her chest to pin her down, pushing the blunt head of the bright pink toy just deep enough to show her how much she’s in for.
“I need... please... give me your cock, sir! Please! Please!” Tori begs at a low whine, ramping up until she’s screaming, her nails digging into my thigh.
Putting the dildo down, I kiss her cheek, picking up the lube instead. “Good girl. Just going to make sure I’m nice and slick for you. Then we can get that toy out and give you something better.”
I’m babbling, but Tori doesn’t seem to care, not as she hitches her leg back over my hips, giving me room to work between her thighs. The first brush of my hand over my length as I spread the lube has me gasping, but I swallow hard. I don’t know how I’m going to last long enough to get the other cock inside her. Instead of focusing on how hard I am, or how I can feel my pulse in my half-swollen knot, I turn my attention to the flared base of the plug. Tugging gently until Tori relaxes and allows it to slide free, I shift my hips so my tip slots into her rear hole before the muscles fully relax.
“Breathe out for me, princess. Just breathe and bear down, just like that. Good girl,” I say, slightly breathless as I rock forward.
Tori gasps as I slip inside her tight ass, but it turns to a moan as I work myself in and out until I’m fully inside her, my knot pressing heavily against her clenching outer ring. I see stars and go still, almost afraid to move for fear of blowing too soon. Tori’s pussy is tight, but the intense squeeze of her ass is almost too much.
“Fucking hell, that’s so good,” Tori groans, circling her hips.
I nip at her shoulder, the arm across her ribs sliding down to pinch and pluck at her nipples, and I nearly lose myself in the feel of her. But as my eyes catch on the dildo, a savage desire to push Tori to her limits claws up my throat, and I snatch it up and press it against her pussy again.
“You ready to take us both, princess?” I growl in her ear, looking down to line things up properly.
Nodding, her hands come up to tangle in my hair, pulling slightly as if to ground herself in reality. It takes a moment to get purchase, her pussy tighter than ever with me in her ass, but then the head of Eli’s fake dick slips inside, and I gasp in harmony with the beauty below me.
My hand shakes, my hips going still as focus on pushing the dildo deeper and deeper. The pressure on the underside of my cock is insane, and I can’t imagine how Tori must be feeling. She’s gasping for air, one of her hands going to her clit to help her relax and accept the second cock as easily as she took mine. Her muscles spasm around me, milking my cock without needing to move.
“Oh, God. I’m gonna... I’m gonna...” Tori moans long and loud as she trails off, her body quaking with another powerful release. “I’m a filthy little slut. I’m — I’m your...”
I press the dildo deeper into her channel as she babbles, groaning it finally slides all the way to the knot. “That’s right, ma reine . You’re my perfect little slut, taking these cocks so well,” I pant as I thrust my hips shallowly.
Tori curses, but it breaks off into a silent scream as I match the slow, deep movements of my hips with my hand, withdrawing the dildo as I press forward, and then pushing Eli deeper when I slide back. Words cease as Tori pushes back against me, and then we’re moving faster and faster. Sweat beads on her skin, and I lick it away and moan at the salty-sweet taste on my mouth. She comes again, but she’s lost all capacity for speech.
“Eli’s going to knot your pretty pussy for me,” I growl, feeling my balls tightening and my spine tingling.
I’d knot her ass, too, if I could. But her poor body has been through enough today. Tori doesn’t respond at first, and I’m about to pull the dildo from her. But then her slim fingers clamp around my wrist, helping me fuck her even harder with the hot pink dick.
“Need it. Need a knot. Give it to me,” Tori says, a desperate growl in the back of her throat.
Her words detonate the dam of my control, and I snarl viciously, my hips snapping hard into her ass. We work together to push the dildo deeper and deeper until, right at the breaking point of my climax, she shatters, and the facsimile of my lover’s knot slips into place.
I swallow a curse as my whole body tingles with pleasure, load after load of my release painting the inside of Tori’s ass. The knot in her pussy makes moving impossible, but that’s just fine with me. Right now, I’d let the house burn down around me, so long as I didn’t have to pull out.
Tori drops into unconsciousness for the moment. Her slow, even breaths reassure me that she’s still alive, just cum drunk and happy. I shift us slightly, trying to extract a blanket to cover us, but instead, I find my jeans, my phone tumbling out of my pocket as I toss them to the other side of the nest.
I pause in my search for covers, a slow smirk spreading across my face. Picking up my phone, I open my camera app. It takes a little tweaking, but I get a great shot of Tori and me. Our faces aren’t in frame, which is ideal, but I got the right angle to show off Tori’s incredible breasts, rounded tummy and, most importantly, the flared base of the hot pink dildo in one hole, my cock in the other, cum dribbling out around my shaft.
I fire it off into the group chat with a quick message before returning to my task. We can get a little power nap before the game starts and we have to pay attention. Though something tells me that we’re not going to get much done, not if I have anything to say about it.