“Eat me, alphas.” She tilted her head back and cooed, lips curling toward her cheekbones. Vibratory sensations spread throughout her pelvis. Clit, hard and throbbing, Wren forced her hips forward and fell into the ocean of their tongues.
“I can give us everything we’ve ever wanted,” she whispered.
Eternal life could be found through complex systems of breeding. She was their tree of life. Now, all they had to do was hold back from biting her apple.
Impossible.
Brawny hands propped her pelvis into the air. They gorged on her until she was spread with the glaze of her rich sap. Impatiently, the men barked and nibbled their teeth against the tender curves of her thighs.
The men scented her wildly as her body started to tremble. Her clit was so sensitive that one swift touch could set her off.
Killian lifted his dripping jaw and showed his teeth. “Nobody tastes sweeter than you, Precious,” he moaned.
“Oh fuck,” Wren whispered.
Lurching forward, she swayed and struggled to move of her own accord. The swelling flood of emotion and bodily pleasure filled her core until she started to beg.
“Please, make me cum.”
With the forceful exhumation of deep-rooted trauma, she took hold of Killian’s husky, shaved head and forced his mouth to close on her. The other alphas kissed, bit, and teased her asshole as her muscles gave way to the bursting energy.
Falling into the sea of their hands and twining limbs, Wren’s body shook with quick eruption. The satisfaction shackled her, and the men consumed. Bathed in the core of her pleasure, she let out a deep and raw moan, the moan of all mothers, and gave them more of her sticky slick.
She managed to stutter through her convulsions, “T-take me. Now.”
The men twisted and threaded their fingers through her hair. Coiling and pulling, they planted her knees firmly and set her ankles at the correct angle. With the old set of chains, they locked her in place.
“I will adore you,” Vash said, kissing up her neck and down her shoulders.
“I will worship you,” Killian said as he bit her plump ass cheek.
“I will take you,” Lucas said as the men pried open her blossom to find her open and budding hole.
The thick and bunched foreskin rolled back into a stiff display of masculine power. Wren rolled her head back to watch as she sheathed him, every inch growing to fill her.
The heat melted over her like butter, but he seemed to need this. Every massaging fold pulled him in to milk. Pearls of lubricant swayed from his peaking hole. Fluids mixing, he swayed into her and moaned, hollow and dark.
“She feels like a mother should,” he whispered, wagging his head sharply.
Vash and Killian nudged their thick shafts into their palms. Rocking their wrists with carnal fervor, the men nurtured the meaty organs to rise like obsessive pillars of sifting seed. The pain and ache from the weight inside their sacs tore at them until they could no longer take it.
Standing behind Lucas, Killian parted her thighs more. Wren braced for the tight pull of girth, and when it came, she let out a tense whimper.
“Fucking omega…” Killian winced with satisfaction.
Did the soft spots between her thighs feel like home? She wondered. As he buried herself into her overwrought cunt, she understood that they were each other’s home.
Vash watched with an eager expression as the two alphas spread her guts aside for him. He would stroke until the pleasure on his face sifted toward the edge. Then, abruptly letting go, he gathered in air, growling loudly. He went like that until she felt ready for a third.
Hands swiping her lips open, the men greedily fingered in as they extracted their veiny cocks. Vash fought to speak, breath hinged by the arch of his palate. Gripping against the underside of her voluptuous waist, he stroked his hand against the diamond of her muff, calmly easing her into a light purr.
He rolled the hood of her clit and massaged with the bed of his thumb. Again, her muscles turned tight and rigid. Her toes curled back and locked in a cramp. “I’m going to rip you now,” Vash said.
“G-g-g…” Garbled noises fell from Wren’s mouth. It was a suitable answer.
Eyes closed and lost in an orgasm of heat, she felt her sensitive flesh open and take him. Her sweat-slicked skin mixed with the viscous waterfall of fluids. Pumping toward her stomach, the three cocks struggled to hold their place. Her nature begged to gape and store.
This was payment. Payment for Cassian’s sins. Payment for locking her up. Payment for the world’s fallen state. She was ready and served a purpose. Poor Cassian would never get to touch her as a pure being ever again.