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A wave of cramps made me curl in on myself. “She’ll not listen to you, Conny. She’s too—”
“I am nothing like what you think.” I knelt, my eyes meeting Puck’s, and jerked my chemise over my head revealing my nakedness to three pairs of hungry eyes.
“Fuck.” The word harsh on Puck’s tongue. “Pierced. Her nipples are pierced.”
I smirked and glanced at my breasts and the piercings—gold hoops from which hung fingernail sized carved gems. Cupping the heavy softness, I thumbed the sensitive buds. Three moans made me bold, and I fondled them again, playing jewels. “I bet you wish you were a beta,” I taunted.
“No wishing here,” Conny said before latching onto my breast, her tongue toying with the ring. She removed her mouth long enough to encourage me to play with her other tit.
“Fuck.” Puck ripped off his shirt and began undressing. “You’ll taunt us. Good. Then you can look at knot.”
“How often, little bird, did your betas relent and give you orgasms just that they might see you come undone?” Oberon asked.
My eyelids drifted closed and a vision I’d never expected filled my mind’s eye. Puck and Oberon forcing me to orgasm over and over in hopes I might beg for their cocks.
“You’d relent,” I promised as Conny moved down my body. I spread my legs, a silent plea for her to touch my weeping cunt. She placed a soft, gentle kiss on my inner thigh but stayed away from where I needed her most. “If you had the chance to touch me, you’d beg to knot me.”
“Oh? I could do that now.” His voice so full of lust I smiled.
“You are weak for me.” The tension was palpable. I wanted to reach out through the space between us and make them submit for me. Yet there was something so very blissful knowing they didn’t dare touch me nor I them.
“Always.” Only was Conny who spoke, at last taking my clit between two clever fingers while she placed sucking kisses on my slick coated sex. It wasn’t long, barely a moment before sudden twinge of pleasure, so sharp and intense, I gasped out my orgasm. Her tongue soothed the dizzying flight into hedonistic release.
“More… my breasts,” I panted, pulling her hands up my body to play with the full softness of my breasts. She plucked my nipples. Twisting and rolling the sensitive nubs between her fingers. Tugging at the piercings, making my breasts sing with pleasure. “Goddess, yes. Please.”
“Again. Come for me, again. Show these alphas how hard a beta makes you come.” Her eyes met mine, a sparkling promise in their amber depths, before she buried her face once again between my thighs. Her talented tongue danced across my slick folds. Pressing firmly against my clit before receiving the pressure only to tease the sensitive bud with the very tip. Tracing back down to my entrance then, dear goddess save me, for she worked her tongue inside of me, retreating only long enough to press two fingers into my quim, pressing down so that her tongue could my more fully enter me.
The first tremors of another orgasm soon multiplied until my body fell apart more completely than before.
“There is my queen,” she crooned. I begged her to relent, permit my body to rest, even for a moment. She knew better and drove me over the edge again. “Come like the omega you are. Weeping and desperate for release. So Beautiful. Always so beautiful.”
“Let me taste you,” I implored, hoping against hope that the promise of my mouth on her cunt would tempt her from torturing me. Conny was know fool to deny herself the chance to ride my face. She swung over my body and lowered her dripping sex to my face. We were now both face to cunt and goddess was there anything better? Because, if she was clever, I was canny. I wrapped my arms around her waist and rolled us and trapped her arms tight against her body.
“No touching, dearest. It is my turn,” I growled, slipping two fingers into her own wet entrance. “Wet for me. Does the thought you are here with me, proving to those alphas you are better than they could ever be?”
“Pol.” Her whimper was sweet, a pathetic struggle to free herself abandoned as she accepted her position. Oh yes, she knew how I liked to finish every encounter. Render my lover weak and boneless. Before taking holding them in my arms, their head resting above my heart for I needed them to know how they made my blood race. Betas deserved to know how powerful they were. That I could feast on them and be sated. No alpha would take their place in my bed.
Except… Perhaps… I chanced a look at Puck and Oberon, whose chest was covered in strange tattoos and scars. They lay entwined, Puck’s leg hooked over Oberon’s hip, his knot beginning to swell where they were joined. Goddess, it was large shaped almost like a rose bud, thicker close to the base and then tapering closer to Puck’s opening. Puck’s cock twitched with each thrust but rather than chasing his own pleasure, he seemed consumed by Oberon, head turned so that they could kiss. An alpha fucking another alpha. The forbidden nature of their lovemaking made me tremble. My sudden need for them, brought on by their spicy scents filling the room. Alpha arousal. The response scared me, and I turned my face back to Conny’s sex. Ashamed and terrified of my own unwanted longing.
“They would worship you,” Connie whispered into my thigh, kissing her whatever flesh she could. I shivered, flexing my hips. “Take them into your bed and they would do nothing but worship you.”
“I’ll have to punish you for such insolence,” I warned and slapped her clit hard.
“Goddess, yes. I love your kind of punishment.”
Conny’s sweet beta arousal flooded my mouth, and I drank deep. Truly, a woman’s body was made for bedroom play. Every one of them so perfectly unique and able to come once, twice, a dozen times. And when we made love to each other a symphony of carnal delight. Delicious sounds fell from her lips. Moans of such passionate abandon that I began to understand why there were some who only wanted to pleasure women to the exclusion of all others.
13
Puck
“That’s it, Conxita,” Polly growled. She had rolled them. Polly arched her back as she lowered her mouth to Conny’s sex. In doing so, Oberon and I were granted the most beautiful sight: an omega’s slick coated thighs and the bloom of her pink quim. The heady scent was not nearly as powerful as the image of her presenting for us. Perhaps she did not mean for us to feast on the vision in front of us, but we gorged nonetheless.
I had not imagined the sway an omega’s slick could have on an alpha. Even before we had walked into her room, the freshness of her arousal had me hard and wanting. During our meal, her scent had been too new for me to fully appreciate the potency. But as we had come up the hallway, I’d come to understand the power she would have over me. Then, then the door had opened and a demoness surely designed by the goddess and the gods of my parents to tempt me to commit unimaginable sins, writhed on red satin sheets. And when she had turned her mirror-gold eyes on me, I at last realised all my darkest needs. Most urgent my body’s demand that I knot my omega. Mine. Knot her. Breed her. Not to put a child in her womb but because it would be the closest I could ever be to her.
Her love was something for the future. Her vice-like quim was a present and immediate possibility, but only if she willed it. Oberon and I were resolute. She would beg for our cocks and knots.
As I watched Polly and Conny together, I regretted there had only been one of Polly’s many lovers around. One was not enough. Six or twenty would do for she was insatiable. Both giving and receiving to the point of exhaustion.
