Page 15 of Omega Claimed

“That’s it. Push again.”

After the strain comes lovely relief, the more open I am the better.

Graeme slides his cock into me alongside their fingers. His cockhead presses against the mouth to my womb. He gently thrusts, and I’m so swollen and sensitive, I come.

As my climax rages through me, my alphas widen my hole further.

Then I’m cradled in Graeme’s embrace, my back to his chest, his dick deep in me.

Wyot pulls on my rim with two fingers, making space for himself before he slides his cockhead in.

Maybe it hurts, but I’m so full of lust and greed, I beg them to fill me more and deeper.

They do. Oh, they do.

Two girthy dicks shuttle in and out of me, my ass squelching and slobbering, and I whine with each thrust. They pull on my nipples, milking me as they fuck me.

Hale kneels by my head and cups my nape. Feverish, I mouth his cockhead and eat his seed. I imagine it gives me strength and maybe it does, because I come harder as it slides into my stomach.

This time, my alphas don’t come into my hole.

Instead, Hale takes their place between my legs and pushes his entire fist into my slack hole. My other two alphas hold my head and neck and offer me their slick-covered cocks. I lick and kiss them, and they stroke themselves until their cum pours into my mouth. They make sure I eat it all.

Hale thrusts deeper with his hand. A sudden pressure in my core makes me bow and wail. He found the gate to my womb with his fingers, and he’s pressing into it.

“The inner mouth is swollen and sealed. We’ve bred him good. He’s pregnant.”

“We’ll make your hole big, our treasure, and you’ll give birth to our sons.”

I nod eagerly, even as I tremble in the throes of my climax. They hold me down and suck my milk while Hale fucks me with his fist until I’m so loose, I won’t be able to close my legs.

The next morning, they fist me again. I grunt and mewl as they thrust their hands into me, in and out all the way, until a seizure-like orgasm takes over my body and mind.

They fuck me with their fists and feed me their cum every morning and every night. My hole is always leaking slick, the rim squishy and slack. My tits have grown bigger than ever before, dripping milk, and my belly is rounded already.

The bite marks have healed, turning into silver crescents like a necklace around the base of my throat.

A week after my heat, I notice two darkened spots on my chest, a few inches below my nipples. They itch, and I rub at them, worried. But Hale smiles when he notices.

“Shh, omega. All is well. You’ll give us many babies. Your body is preparing.”

He licks the spots and suckles on them while Graeme and Wyot suck my milk. The itching stops, but the small spots grow bigger the next day. My alphas suck on them, and it feels so good, I beg them to fuck me.

The following morning, the twin flecks have grown into small nubs, and two more spots have formed under them.

Before they go hunting, my alphas take care of me, fisting me and emptying my tits. They suckle on the nubs on my torso, and it soothes the itching.

Hale stays with me today. We groom the horses and clean the house together. My stomach is growing fast, faster than if I were pregnant with a human child, and I get tired soon.

My oldest alpha lets me rest as he cooks dinner for all of us. When the soup simmers on the stove, he cradles me in his lap and sings for me. But I get fidgety. My chest itches again.

Hale rucks up my tunic and pinches the nubs on my torso. They’ve gotten bigger, and I understand now what they are.

“How many babies are in my belly?” I whisper. My body is changing so fast that I’m a little scared.

“We don’t know. More than one, fewer than seven. What are you afraid of, my love?”

“Will it hurt to give birth to them? Will I have enough milk to feed them all? How will I raise them? Will I have the strength?”

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