Chapter 34
Thirty-Four
ALARIC
Ipluck a juicy grape from the silver bowl beside the bed and bring it to Anya’s lips.
She is still knotted tight between Rex and Marcus, her pregnant belly pressed against Rex’s chest, her round ass snug against Marcus’s hips.
Her mouth parts obediently, and I slide the grape onto her tongue.
She moans softly around it, chewing slowly while her eyes flutter half-closed in that dreamy, fucked-out way I love.
“Good girl,” I murmur, stroking her cheek with my thumb. “Eat. You are going to need your strength tonight, omega wife.”
Behind her, Marcus’s knot is still thick and locked in her ass.
Rex’s knot is buried deep in her pussy. Both alphas are breathing hard, sweat glistening on their skin, but their hands never leave her.
One of Marcus’s palms rubs slow circles over her pregnant belly while Rex’s fingers trace the claiming marks on her neck.
I watch, cock throbbing painfully in my pants, as their knots finally begin to soften.
The thick bases deflate slowly, inch by inch, until the swollen flesh slips free with two wet, obscene pops.
Immediately, thick white cum starts pouring out of her.
From her pussy, Rex’s load gushes in heavy, creamy rivers, coating her swollen pink lips and dripping down her thighs in long, sticky strands.
From her ass, Marcus’s cum leaks slower, bubbling out of her stretched, puffy brown hole and sliding down to mix with the mess already covering her pussy.
The combined scent of their seed and her sweet grape slick fills the air, filthy and intoxicating.
Her neck is flushed pink from Marcus’s aggressive kisses and bites. Her curly blond hair is a mess, strands sticking to her sweaty forehead. She looks thoroughly used. Claimed. Bred. And it makes my cock jerk so hard I have to grip the base to stop myself from coming in my pants.
I turn to Lorenzo, voice low and rough. “I want her pussy next.”
Lorenzo’s golden eyes gleam as he strokes his own hard cock. “I will take her ass. But first…” He moves behind her, strong hands gently massaging the small of her back where she has been arched for so long. “Are you ready for another round, sweetheart? You are still dripping everywhere.”
Anya’s voice is hoarse but eager.
“I am craving all of you,” she whispers, glancing down at herself.
Her thighs are absolutely painted in thick ropes of cum.
It coats her skin in shiny streaks, some of it already drying in flaky white patches.
Her pregnant belly is splattered too, little drops of semen glistening on the smooth curve.
She looks like the perfect filthy omega wife, covered head to toe in her alphas’ seed.
From the large chair in the corner, Ryker watches with dark, hooded eyes, slowly stroking his cock.
“Knot her good,” he growls, voice thick with lust. “Fill that pregnant pussy and ass until she is overflowing. I love seeing our wife like this, dripping in our semen, fully bred and marked as ours.”
Rex kisses Anya one last time, slow and deep, then carefully slips out from under her and moves aside.
I take his place in front of her, lying on my side so we are face to face.
She is still on her side, ass presented perfectly for Lorenzo.
I cup her jaw and kiss her hard, tongue sliding into her mouth until she moans into me, sweet and needy.
My hand drifts down between her legs. Her pussy is a soaked, creamy disaster, hot and slippery with slick and Rex’s cum.
I rub my fingers through the mess, coating them before circling her swollen clit.
“You are such a dirty little thing,” I whisper against her lips. “Look at this sloppy pregnant cunt. Still leaking another alpha’s load while you kiss me.”
She whimpers, hips twitching.
I reach for the stack of soft white napkins on the bedside table. “On your back, omega. Let me clean you up before I paint you again.”
I roll her gently onto her back and spread her thighs wide.
With slow, deliberate strokes, I wipe her pussy, dragging the napkin through her puffy lips and scooping out Rex’s cum.
The wet, squelching sound is filthy. I lean down and whisper right against her ear, “I am going to fuck this messy hole and fill it with so much of my cum you will feel me leaking out of you for days.”
She shivers.
I move the napkin lower and spread one of her ass cheeks, exposing her clenching asshole.
It is still winking, puffy, and red from Marcus’s knot, with thick white semen slowly oozing out.
I wipe it carefully, pushing the napkin against the rim and scooping the creamy load away while I keep whispering.
“Look at this greedy little asshole. Still dripping Marcus’s cum like a good breeding hole. You love being our filthy pregnant cum-dump, don’t you?”
Anya’s face is bright red, but her pussy clenches visibly at my words, pushing out another trickle of mixed slick and seed.
Once she is as clean as I am going to get her, I roll her onto her stomach.
The position makes her pregnant belly rest comfortably on the mattress and pushes her ass up high.
More cum immediately leaks out of her pussy, thick white drops sliding down her swollen pink lips and dripping onto the sheets.
I groan at the sight, my cock so hard it aches.
“Fuck, baby, you just keep dripping for us,” I chuckle darkly, stroking my throbbing shaft. “Rex must have really filled this pregnant pussy up. Look at it glistening, all puffy and used. Makes me so fucking hard.”
I spread her ass cheeks wide with both hands. Her brown asshole is right there, still slightly open from Marcus’s knot, the rim shiny and puffy. A slow, creamy bead of cum oozes out, stretching into a thin white string before breaking and falling onto the sheets.
Anya buries her face in the pillow, voice muffled and embarrassed. “I am sorry… it is so messy.”
I bring my hand down hard on her ass cheek in a sharp smack. She jumps and lets out a cute little yelp.
“Do not apologize,” I growl, rubbing the stinging mark. “I am going to fuck you just like this while you are super dirty and full of their cum. I like you messy, omega. I like knowing my packmates have already bred you before I take my turn.”
I line up the fat head of my cock with her dripping pussy and push inside in one long, smooth thrust. She is scorching hot, silky, and so fucking wet that I bottom out easily.
I pin her arms above her head with one hand, holding her wrists together while my other hand grips her hip.
I start thrusting, slow and methodical at first, feeling every flutter of her inner walls around my thick shaft.
“Take it,” I grunt, hips snapping forward. “Take every inch of your husband’s cock while you are still leaking the others’ loads.”
She moans loudly into the pillow. I pick up speed, fucking her harder, the wet slap of my hips against her ass echoing through the room. Her pregnant belly presses into the mattress with every thrust. I lean over her, chest to her back, and drive into her with brute force.
Anya screams for more, voice raw and desperate. “Alaric! Harder! Please!”
I give it to her.
I pound her pussy with deep, powerful strokes, pinning her completely underneath me. Her fancy updo is coming undone, with little sparkles from the pins catching the candlelight. I wrap my fist around her ponytail and yank her head back, arching her beautifully while I slam into her one final time.
My orgasm hits like a freight train.
I roar as thick ropes of hot cum explode deep inside her, painting her already full womb. My knot swells fast, locking us together with a wet pop. I grind against her ass, forcing the knot deeper while I keep spurting, flooding her until fresh cum leaks out around my swollen base.
I collapse over her, still buried to the hilt, kissing the back of her neck and whispering against her skin.
“That is my good pregnant wife. Full of all your alphas’ cum exactly where you belong.”
Lorenzo
I’m stroking my cock as I watch Alaric knot inside of our beautiful omega.
She’s lying submissively beneath Alaric, and it fucking turns me on to see her this way. His big body is draped over her back like a living blanket. His chest heaves against her, grunting with every aftershock of his knot pulsing deep in her pregnant pussy.
I cannot look away.
Her round belly is pressed into the mattress, her full tits squished against the sheets, and her ass is tilted up perfectly.
Marcus’s knot has made her asshole gape slightly, shiny, and leaking thick white globs of his cum.
Every time Anya shifts, more of it oozes out and slides down her crack, mixing with the mess already coating her thighs.
“Fuck… hurry up, Alaric,” I growl under my breath, squeezing the base of my cock hard to stop myself from coming.
My balls are drawn up tight, aching, heavy with the need to unload inside her.
I have been waiting my turn for what feels like hours, watching my pack knot and breed our pregnant omega wife, and I am losing my mind.
Alaric finally groans long and low.
He rolls onto his back, pulling Anya with him so she is lying on top of him, her stomach to his chest. His hands slide up and grip her ass cheeks, spreading them wide open for me like an offering.
“Take her, Lorenzo,” he rasps, voice wrecked. “She is still dripping everywhere. Look at that pretty little asshole winking at you.”
I crawl forward on my knees, eyes locked between her spread cheeks.
White cream is still slowly leaking out of her tiny brown hole.
It is puffy and red from Marcus’s earlier pounding, the rim glistening with a mix of slick and thick semen that keeps bubbling out in lazy drops.
Every time her asshole clenches, another creamy bead pushes out and runs down toward her pussy.
“Goddamn, baby,” I whisper reverently. “You look so beautiful like this. All stretched and creamy from your other husbands. Such a perfect pregnant omega for the pack.”
Alaric holds her ass cheeks even wider, pulling the soft flesh apart so her hole opens slightly.
I reach out and circle her anus with the pad of my thumb, slow and worshipful, smearing the leaking cum around the sensitive rim.
Anya whimpers and buries her face in Alaric’s broad chest, her pregnant belly rising and falling with quick breaths.
I push two fingers into her asshole at once.
She gasps sharply, the sound muffled against Alaric’s skin. Her hole is still loose and slick from Marcus, but it flutters hot and greedy around my fingers, sucking them deeper. More thick white cum squelches out around my knuckles and drips down onto Alaric’s hairy thighs in messy strings.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” I murmur, slowly fucking my fingers in and out of her creamy ass. “Use your words like a good omega wife.”
Anya’s voice is shaky and desperate. “I want it… I want you to fuck me.”
I twist my fingers deeper, scissoring them to stretch her even more. “Where do you want my cock, baby? Be filthy for me.”
She moans, face still hidden in Alaric’s chest. “My butt…please fuck my butt, Lorenzo.”
“Good girl,” I add a third finger, pushing all three deep into her asshole. The wet, filthy squelch is loud as more of Marcus’s cum spills out over my hand and coats Alaric’s thighs in sticky white streaks. Her inner walls flutter and squeeze around my fingers like she is trying to pull me deeper.
I can’t wait any longer.
I pull my fingers free with a wet pop and line up the fat, leaking head of my cock against her stretched little hole.
I push forward slowly, watching in awe as her puffy brown ring stretches wide around my thickness.
The heat inside her ass is unreal— scorching, silky, and still slippery with the cum my packmate left behind.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan, eyes rolling back as I sink inch after inch into her.
Her asshole grips me, fluttering and pulsing around every ridge of my cock.
The filthy feeling of pushing through all that leftover cum makes my balls draw up tight.
“Your ass is so fucking hot and creamy, baby. I can feel Marcus’s load squelching around my dick while I stretch you open. ”
I bottom out, my heavy balls pressed against her pussy where Alaric is still knotted. For a moment, I just stay there, buried to the hilt in her pregnant ass, savoring the way her hole clenches and milks me.
Then I start thrusting.
Slow at first, long, deep strokes that make her whimper and push back against me. I watch my cock slide in and out of her tight ring, shiny and coated in mixed cum and slick. The wet, obscene sounds fill the bedroom every time my hips slap against her round ass cheeks.
“Take it, omega,” I growl, picking up speed. “Take every inch of your husband’s cock in this greedy pregnant ass. You love being full in both holes, don’t you? One knot in your pussy and another stretching your dirty little asshole.”
Anya is moaning loudly now, her body rocking between us. I fuck her harder, faster, pounding into her ass with deep, rhythmic thrusts that make her pregnant belly jiggle against Alaric’s front. My balls slap wetly against her cum-slick pussy with every stroke.
“Ah…Ahhh,” she moans.
“Gonna fill this ass up again,” I grunt, hips snapping faster. “Until it’s pouring out of you like a faucet.”
I slam in deep one final time and roar as I cum.
“Oh yes! Oh fuck,” she gasps.
Thick, powerful jets of hot semen explode deep inside her asshole, pulse after pulse, flooding her insides until I feel it leaking out around my shaft.
My knot swells fast, inflating rapidly and locking me inside her with a wet, obscene pop.
The pressure is incredible. I grind against her ass, forcing the knot even deeper while I keep spurting, filling her until fresh white cream bubbles out around the swollen base.
I collapse over her back, still buried to the hilt, kissing her shoulder and neck while my knot continues to throb and pump the last drops into her.
From the large chair in the corner, Ryker’s deep voice cuts through the heavy breathing.
“You two did a good job,” he says, voice rough with approval and lust. “Look at our pregnant wife… absolutely wrecked and dripping. I hope you enjoyed yourself, baby, because I am going to make love to you next. Slow and deep, just the way you like it when you are full of the pack’s cum.”
Anya whimpers happily between us, her body trembling, ass still locked tight around my knot. I kiss the claiming mark on her neck and smile against her skin.
“I love you, my wife,” I whisper, filled with incredible love only for her.
“I love you too,” she whispers back, reaching back and caressing my hair.