Broken Captive (Wren's Song 3)

These thoughts blended into one pornographic mess, stirred up her sleep-labored brain into a whirlwind of carnal craving that hit Wren like a punch in the gut.

With a strangled cry, she gushed all over Caspian’s hands, her leg shaking when she kicked and cried out a disgusting release.

“Naughty girl, I didn’t say this pretty pussy could cum.” Grainy, his voice slurred with desire, Caspian whispered equal parts chastisement and filthy praise in her ear. “Now you’ll have to be punished.”

With mouth and hand.

Teeth took to her shoulder, biting down with enough force that she hissed. Where his calloused hand forcibly moved between her thighs, Caspian increased the pressure and speed of his fingers, fucking into her so hard slick squirt out and sprayed her legs.

Where was her blanket?

Why couldn’t she think straight?

And why didn’t she protest when Kieran reached for her, flopping her around like a rag doll and dragging her under his rocking body?

One moment she’d been flush with Caspian, a second later she was spread-eagle, prone directly under Kieran’s pulsating cock.

Impaled without so much as a kiss or sweet word, that instrument burrowed its way deep.

Though it had only been days since she’d been filled, the burn and stretch reminded her so much of that first time Caspian had mounted her in her home that Wren could almost smell the mildew dank air.

Home…

A smile bloomed on her lips.

And then Toby drove all three of them forward.

“Fuck!” Kieran lowed as the veins in his neck pulsed.

Toby made his own animal sounds and he reached past the man who sheathed his dick and fisted a handful of Wren’s hair. “Look at her, Kieran! Tell me there is not a more beautiful female on this planet!”

Hooded eyes, mouth slack from over-sensation, Kieran seemed beyond anything but the feel of squeezing cunt and invasive cock.

Already knotting her, Wren’s needy pussy fluttered in protest as the bulge of flesh grew too large to give her the friction a starved womb desired.

Still she came, her body unable to deny such pressure, or to deny the chance to feed off warm soupy cum that dumped from the beautiful male straight into her.

Toby, however, was not yet ready to release.

As if to punish the Second for such selfishness, or as if to laud him for swelling the Omega’s belly with so much sperm, Toby began an all-out assault on Kieran’s ass.

Tied to her by his knot, there was nothing the Second could do to stop him. Though he snarled, and threw back his head with threats of death, dismemberment, revenge…

Through it all, Toby laughed.

Until he too was swept away, breath caught in a grunt, face twisted as he jetted the Second full of his first burst of cum.

Pulling out, spraying over Kieran’s back, Wren’s face, her nest… everywhere.

The force with which creamy fluid shot out of him, the way he continued to beat at his throbbing meat and mangle his knot. Wren had never seen anything like it.

Testicles drew up tight, swelled, shrank, swelled. Over and over like a living thing. A fountain of cum that speckled his pecs, ran dripping down his straining thighs.

As his ushering wound down, a panting Toby announced to the Alpha who’d yet to fully participate. “She still wants more.”

With a grunt of agreement, Caspian shifted his weight. “I feel it too. Our pretty cum-slut doesn’t think one knot is enough.”

Tawny hair hanging in his eyes, the tips spiky with sweat, Kieran hoisted a stiffening Wren upright.

“Don’t be nervous. Shhhhh.” Caspian whispered, his chest sliding over her back. “This one time, I’ll go easy on you.”

Cockhead to her second hole, pressing forward before she’d grasped what this was, Wren clung to Kieran, her splints digging into his back as her asshole was breached.

It hurt, gravity pulling her down Caspian’s aching organ.

She could sense his impatience, how much he needed friction to alleviate a pain he’d been carrying in his cock for days.

No amount of Rosie’s mouth had fully satisfied him.

Not one of the cunts he’d used in the pen where Wren couldn’t see.

He’d been a walking, disgruntled erection.

His knots has been insignificant, the usherings he’d poured in his women meager.

The tight ring of her ass squeezed him so tight, her guts felt his pleasure.

Perverse groans vibrated from him to her. They echoed through the bones Toby had claimed, left her resonating with them.

One sated. One in desperate need.

And her trapped in pleasure and pain—realizing that this whole event had been staged.

Kieran’s knot gave a mighty pulse, he emptied another great spurt just as Caspian found himself fully seated. There was only a small bit of flesh between their cocks, and she was such a small girl to be speared so relentlessly.

Sweating from the urge to force them both out, head lolling back against the First Alpha who always took advantage, Wren felt a tear leak from the corner of her eye.