Chapter 47 – Lumen #2
“Let me know if it’s too much.” Riser’s hands dig into my hips as he dips inside me.
The stretch is amazing, and I sob around K’s crown.
“Holy shit,” Riser chokes out, tugging free of me. “You’re burning my dick.”
He quickly dips back inside, giving me more of his length on this thrust. Slamming my ass back, I whimper.
My core spasms around him.
It’s the strangest feeling, but I don’t hate it. Wiggling my ass, I try to tell him I want more.
I just need more.
Harder.
All of them.
To be taken over and over again.
I need their cum.
Their knots.
“Heaters are off,” Mal says, climbing back onto the mattress near my waist. He snakes a hand between me and the mattress and teases my clit. “Let’s see if a few more orgasms help to settle your system.”
I make a mad grab for his cock, but he pulls my hand away.
“Focus on K and Riser,” Mal says, leaning over to kiss my shoulder. “I’ll be here when you’re ready.” He applies firmer pressure to my swollen nub, and my tits ache with the same needy feeling in my core.
I rock on my palm that rests against the mattress and bring the other to wrap around Kincaid’s knot.
“Pinch my thigh if you want a break,” K says, slapping my lips with his sticky tip.
I swirl my tongue around it and hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper. His knot vibrates against my palm, and he growls. It has a visceral effect on my system. I drip around Riser’s swollen length, sweat beading on my skin.
Riser finally stops teasing me, working into me in punishing strokes that have his pelvis bouncing against my ass.
Kincaid was right. I might be sore tomorrow, but it’ll be worth it. Every time I sit down, I’ll think about how delicious Riser felt stretching me to capacity.
“Damn, dirty girl,” Kincaid says. “Your goal must be to get me to embarrass myself.”
I moan, curling my tongue around the bottom of his shaft. His piercings feel strange in comparison to his soft skin, but I love the way they roll against my tongue.
He tastes like hazelnut and chocolate, and I’m ravenous for him to come in my mouth. It’s hard to work on sucking him off rather than just teasing his crown to get him to give me little spurts of precum.
“I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you are with my cock disappearing between your lips,” K says, massaging my scalp with his fingers.
His praise only makes me more determined to have him come all over my tongue.
Using his hold in my hair, he takes over.
His tip hits the back of my throat, and I gag, tears springing to my eyes.
“I’m fucked up. Those little sounds…” He growls, shaking his head.
“It makes me want to try it all over again when you’ve got a full face of makeup.
I wanna watch the mascara stream down your cheeks as you choke on my cock. ”
Molten lava feels like it rips through my insides, and I clench my eyes shut as pain ravages my system.
Something is very wrong with me, but I’m too out of it to know how to fix it or what the cause could be.
All I know is I need to come.
Struggling against Kincaid’s hold in my hair, I pop off long enough to tell them that.
My words sound slurred to my own ears, and I vaguely wonder if I’m dick drunk.
This can’t be what betas meant when they said they got high on alpha pheromones…
“Sorry, beautiful,” Riser says, sounding pained. “I’m trying to pound into you, but I don’t want to risk shoving my knot inside you with no prep.”
“Do it,” I beg around K’s shaft.
“We’ll talk about that later,” Mal says. “But for now, just relax and give in to the sensations. Your alphas have you.” He works my clit with no mercy, and it doesn’t take long for my entire body to tense in anticipation.
My scent is so heavy in the air that it almost makes me want to gag, but their pheromones burst in response. Being able to scent them all only amps up my need.
I rock on my knees, impaling myself deeper down Riser’s length. His knot brushes my opening, but his crown also bumps the bottom of my pussy.
I grind back, trying to make it fit.
Riser pulls out, and I whine. The sound echoes around Kincaid’s length, but there’s no mistaking what I’m asking for.
“Are you sure?” Riser asks, his hands digging into my hips painfully. I nod as much as I can and pull my hand off K’s knot to give him a thumbs-up. “I really hope I’m not about to screw everything up.” He thrusts deep, and his knot pushes inside me. “Fuck me.”
I clench around him, terrified that he’ll try to take it away.
“That’s it. Take what you need.” Malcolm’s warm breath fans over my skin, and a half second later, he rakes his teeth down my shoulder. “You’re soaked, baby doll. All I can smell is your slick little cunt.”
“Shit,” Kincaid groans. “Bad timing…” He gives my hair a tug. “I’m about to bust.” I fight against him, hollowing my cheeks. He finally gets the hint that I want him to come in my mouth. “Fucking hell, Lumen.”
I lose it, moaning around Kincaid’s shaft and clenching around Riser’s knot.
Kincaid swells, and hot cum spurts against my tongue.
I’m so overwhelmed, but I do my best to make it good for him. It’s so much cum that it gets hard to swallow, but who needs air?
I’d much rather lap at his chocolate-and-hazelnut-flavored cum.
I lose the ability to focus as Riser’s knot fully locks into place.
“Check in, sweetheart,” Kincaid says, pulling free of my lips. He runs his fingers over my cheek as he holds my hair back with his other hand. “Let us know how you’re doing…”
“She seems good,” Mal chimes in. “She’s dripping down Ry’s balls and all over my hand.”
“More,” I beg, my eyes falling shut. “I need more.”
I have no idea where the words even come from, but I follow Kincaid’s guidance and check in with my system.
My entire pussy aches, and at first, I’m not sure if I really am okay.
I might have pushed my body past what it’s supposed to handle, but those concerns disappear quickly.
Any pain gives way to pleasure almost immediately as Riser’s knot pushes against some magical place inside me that I didn’t even know existed.
My inner walls spasm, rippling in a foreign way.
It’s strange but also good.
“How about a color?” Kincaid asks.
“The good one,” I say, sounding slurred. “G-Green. I’m green.”
Mal circles my swollen nub, and pleasure courses through my nerve endings almost violently.
It’s nothing like the other orgasms I’ve experienced, but it’s so perfect.
Every tiny movement of Riser’s knot causes euphoria to bloom in my chest.
It doesn’t seem like real life, and a mostly nonsensical string of begging demands spills from my lips.