Page 119 of Heat Clinic

Her eyelids flutter open, but her eyes don’t fully focus. She turns to me in the nest, cuddling close, her nose going instinctively for our mating bond. Reaching down, I palm my cock and stroke. It doesn’t take long to work it until it’s hard. Fluid beads at my tip, and her nostrils flare, her small hand wandering over my chest. Searching. Seeking for what she knows is her relief.

I take her by the biceps and pull her on top of me, and she sits up on instinct, then rubs when she feels my cock so close to where she wants it. Where she needs it.

Sam and Tom wake and shift in the nest as I grab her by her hips and lift her, ignoring her whimpering, and line us up. She sinks down on me, her head dropping back with a sigh as she stretches and takes me.

I hit the end of her, her little belly pooching where my cockhead hits the entrance to her womb. The womb I’m going to fill with a baby.

Fuck.

Don’t come.

Not yet.

She rolls her hips, riding me, and the shattered glass feeling of her side of the bond softens, turning mellow and sweet. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take what you need.”

I slip my thumb between her folds and stroke her nub, my finger dragging back and forth until her cunt clenches me. She spasms tight, slick dripping down my cock as I fuck her through her orgasm and keep going. I try to hold it back, to delay the inevitable because each edging builds a bigger load of cum in my balls, but her bouncing breasts and little moans and the way she grabs at my chest hair undoes me.

Surging up into her, I press deep and feel my cock pulse. My balls pull up tight and empty into her slick, sweet pussy one shot at a time, my knot swelling behind her pubic bone to tie us together. Knotted, my cock presses tight against her cervix, and I paint it with hot spurts of cum until her belly’s so full of me it’s bulging. She whimpers, twitching above me, as her labia pull taut around that bulbous plug.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Good job. Can you handle a little more?”

Tom and Sam take their cues. They join us, their hands probing as one palms her breasts and plays with her budded nipples while the other rubs her clit. Tom catches my eye and teases over where I’m sunk deep inside her. My cock twitches, and she whimpers, her hips grinding down on my knot. Her writhing is pure ecstasy.

“Oh, fuck. That’s good.” I get why some alphas love when the omega thrashes. Why they savor working their omegas up to such a frenzy that they’re fighting on the knot, tugging at that buried tie. Each twitch of her hips feels like she’s sucking the cum right out of my balls.

Tom rubs my head through her belly again while Sam teases her clit and her whimpers turn to moans, and she writhes. Her walls squeeze down tight, fluttering on my knot, and I shoot one more rope of seed into the pool stoppered up tight by her womb.

Emily collapses on top of me, and I purr for her until she’s limp and languid. She’s snoring when my knot shrinks, and even then I don’t move. I stay there under her until my cock softens too much to stay in. It slips out, and she runs with cum and slick. It soaks me, creeping between my thighs to wick into the nest.

Sam drags a blanket over us, and he and Tom settle against us, falling back asleep as we all try to rest.

It’s the compulsion to rut that wakes me next. The hard, demanding urge to take. Claim. Breed. My nostrils flare as I drag in the scent of her.Fertile omega. Mine. Ours.Sam is licking her cunt while Tom fucks her mouth, and pride hits me, making my chest tight. What good betas they are, taking care of our omega while I rested and made more cum.

They glance up as I stir, Tom’s eyes locking once more with mine as he pumps between her lips. He lingers there at the back, his grip on her hair tight as her cheeks pinken. I watch them while I get up on my knees and position myself behind her where she’s kneeling over Sam’s head.

I guide my cock to her slick-coated hole and press in, my sack hitting Sam’s swiping tongue as I fuck into her. If he minds, he doesn’t show it. He doesn’t stop either. Tom lets her up for air, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks on his head while I thrust into her and rock her against them. I keep it steady, and we find our rhythm.

Tom comes, her throat working to swallow all his seed as he stares at me while he empties inside her mouth with a groan and a curse. He pulls free with a wet pop, collapsing into the nest and tapping out, and I grin at him. They can’t keep up with me. Not with the rut coming over me, triggered by her delicious, fertile pheromones. And they don’t need to. My sperm won’t let them breed her anyway. It’s too aggressive in its hunt for her egg. And I aim to fill her to bursting ‘til she catches. If we don’t get pregnant from this heat, it won’t be for lack of trying.

Sam’s tongue strokes my balls as I fuck our omega, stretching her cunt and forcing her to take all of me. This position is deeper, and her body strains to fit all of me, but there’s no choice. Not for either of us. She’s made for this as much as I am.

It starts in my base, that pulsatile feeling. I spread her cheeks wide, watching my cock jerk as I fill her. I shove in deep, lining up with her cervix, and knot her. Sam’s lashing tongue swipes across my balls. It flicks at her cunt. It teases over our tie. And she comes as he licks where we’re joined, her walls squeezing and milking and begging for more. So more is exactly what I give her, filling her with everything I’ve got. When I’m done pumping her full, I smooth my hands over her back and the flare of her hips. I purr.

“Omega, thank your beta.”

And like the good girl she is, she leans down, sucks Sam’s cock into her mouth, and swallows him. They lick one another, her lips wrapping around his tip as she sucks while he strokes our tie. Sam teases one last shot of semen from me, and then I’m spent. He comes, flooding her mouth, and she swallows his load too.

When our tie pops free, I pull off them and watch Sam clean her, his mouth latched to her pussy as he eats my cum from her hole until there’s only clean, fresh slick left.

Good. Only the best sperm will make it, the strongest, fastest swimmers. I join Tom, cuddling him to my chest as Sam scoops her up out of the nest and carries her into the bathroom for her first cleaning.

“Is it everything you thought it would be?” Tom asks.

I thread his fingers with mine and squeeze. “It’s even better.”

We nap. We eat. Sam bullies Emily into drinking when she’s more lucid and cooperative, and I shoot sweet, nutritive alpha cum down her throat when she isn’t. We fuck.

Tom plucks the crystal-tipped plug from her ass, slicks his cock up in her cunt, then sinks home. She whimpers and thrashes, but he’s holding her too tightly against his chest for her to escape him. When she realizes she’s caught, she goes limp, letting him fuck her while Sam and I watch. I stroke my cock until I can’t stand it anymore, and then I join them.

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