Page 50 of Desperate Omega

Gradually, the tempo of their mating becomes faster. The moans become frantic, the purring turns to growls. Muscles tense in the firelight. Sweat runs in rivulets over smooth naked skin.

They are getting close.

“Remember what I told you,” I remind my protege. “No knot, only seed.”

“Yes sir,” Brik grunts, as if in pain.

He slides his cock partway out of the omega’s pussy, and I see his knot expand outside her body, pressing against her vulva. A moment later, a spasm ripples through his body as he begins to unload inside her, filling her with his sticky fluid.

Syra moans softly as she joins him with a climax of her own, but the sound is muted by the other alpha’s cock.

A moment later, Markus comes too. His knot balloons against Syra’s circled lips, and his cock pulsates as he releases inside her mouth. She makes a valiant effort to swallow all of it, but at last she has to draw back to catch her breath, and few final ropes mark her face and throat.

“Oh fuck,” Markus groans as he finishes coming. “Fuck, that felt good.”

“I hope you haven’t spent yourself completely,” I say. “This omega is going to need more seed than that. A lot more.”

The young alpha faces me with a defiant glare.

“I can come all night long if I have to.”

He will have to, but I don’t tell him that. Instead, I tell him to switch positions with Brik, which he gladly does. There is a squelch of seed as he enters the omega’s well-used loins and starts to fuck her as deeply as his knotted shaft will allow, which, judging from her moans is plenty deep.

Meanwhile, Brik moves around beside her head and lets her clean his shaft with her tongue. Then he cradles her head in his hands and uses her mouth in the same way he just used her pussy a few moments before.

Syra writhes and clutches at the furs while the two alphas share her body between them.

As for myself, I continue to circle the nest, watching every twitch and tremor with a keen eye. What the young alphas lack in experience, they make up for with their fervor, and I can tell by the changes in the omega’s scent that her body is well pleased by the way they are using her. They fuck her deep, and they fuck her well, and when the time comes, they give her a second helping of their alpha seed, simultaneously, and from both ends.

“Well done,” I say as they both pull out of her.

I motion the two younger alphas aside and kneel between the omega’s open thighs. The scent from her thoroughly ravaged pussy hits me full in the face, and it sends a surge of arousal rushing through me so hard it almost bowls me over. I stare for a moment, admiring her beauty. Then I wet my middle finger and thrust it into her seed-filled hole.

“Thorus!” she gasps, flushing. “Don’t do that! That’s dirty.”

I silence her with a low growl.

“Quiet, omega. As long as you’re living here in my cave, your pussy is my property, and I will do with it as I please. I will not have you referring to it as dirty. It is the sweetest, most precious pussy I have ever seen.”

I slide a second finger into her, and she moans softly as even more seed leaks out of her. Then I spread my two fingers slightly, stretching her entrance.

I am not fingering her solely for my own enjoyment. I need to check if she is prepared to accept my cock. Both Markus and Brik are well endowed, even as far as alphas go, but I’m bigger than both of them, and my knot is even bigger still. Syra managed to handle Markus’s knot this morning, but I want to see if she is ready to handle my knot now, because I fully intend to give it to her.

I’m pleased by what I feel. The younger alphas have prepared her well. Her cunt is thoroughly gaped, and nicely lubricated as well. She is ready to accommodate my larger cock and knot.

I slide my two fingers out of her, dripping with cum and slick, and I hold them up to her face.

“Clean them, omega.”

I haven’t even finished issuing the command before she has wrapped her lips around my fingers and starts to suck them clean, growling hungrily like a starving animal.

“How does that taste, little omega?”

“It tastes good,” she whispers, glancing at the two young alphas in turn. “It tastes like all three of us mixed together—me and Markus and Brik—but…” Her eyes lower to my groin. “I want to taste you too, Thorus.”

It is a wonder that my cock doesn’t rip right through the front of my loincloth.

“And so you shall,” I purr.