Page 9 of Omega Claimed

They’re all touching me, a big dick is pressing into my thigh, close to my hole, and I ache again. Thinking of the glorious fuck in the forest, I bite my lip to keep myself from moaning.

I ache more than ever before.

My hole loosens, slick trickling out. My shaft is hard, my balls drawn up, and even my nipples itch for a touch. They’re tight, the flesh underneath them throbbing. I’ve never felt anything like it. The empty ache in my hole grows and grows as I lieunmoving. It seems to spread, reaching deeper into my belly until I feel it in my womb.

Since Gerald first laid his hand on me, I’ve been horny all the time. But never have I felt a need like this. And with every heartbeat, every breath, it only gets worse. Anguished, I whimper, and a shudder goes through me.

The leader tightens his hold on me and rocks his hips, making me cry out with need.

They’re all awake now, stroking my naked body. I shiver, my hands shaking, and I’m about to beg them, but I can’t form words.

Finally, the alpha behind me opens his pants, and a hot naked dick presses between my ass cheeks. I reach back and guide it into me, moaning with relief.

Oh yes.

“He’s drenched with slick.”

“The scent. I need to fuck him too.”

“He can take all of us. He wants it.” The leader kisses my neck and grazes his teeth along my jaw. “You do, don’t you? You want all our dicks?”

“Please.” My voice is just a broken whisper, but they hear me well enough.

“What a gift. Such a young, pretty omega, and so horny.”

One of them licks my balls, and another takes my nipple into his mouth. I cry out with joy from the sweet sensation. It must be what I need because when the leader thrusts his huge cock deeper and the other alpha sucks on my nipple, the most satisfying climax spreads through my entire body.

The alpha growls into my chest, sucking harder, and I must be dreaming because it feels almost as if he’s sucking something out of me.

“It’s milk. It’s him.”

But that’s not possible—only omega fathers have milk.

“All the demons in hell. It’s him!”

The third alpha swallows my cock while the leader fucks me harder. My other nipple bursts with sensation, and this time, I feel it distinctly. Something is coming out of my nipples when the man sucks them.

The leader buries himself deep in me, filling me with cum. It’s like I’m still coming, the pleasure never-ending. He pulls out and rolls me onto my back.

The second alpha, who’s been sucking my chest, scrambles up and settles on his knees between my spread legs. He fills me with his monstrous cock, and it feels even bigger than before, harder, the bulging head stroking my insides most deliciously.

The other two latch onto my nipples and suck.

“Yes, it’s him. Our little mate. So generous and beautiful.”

I do have milk. Overnight, my chest filled out. And they drink it.

I should be scared because my body has changed in ways it shouldn’t, but the pleasure is such that it doesn’t allow any other thought to enter my head.

With two wet mouths pulling on my chest, a big cock pumping in my hole, and greedy hands stroking all over my body, I’m as happy as I’ve ever been. The joy might drive me to insanity.

By the time the third alpha takes his turn inside me, I can’t move my arms or legs. My whole body is tingling, waves of ecstasy are washing over me and crushing me, and my head is empty. In and out, in and out. More. Deeper. Again. My belly bulges and my groin and crease are all covered with juices. Wet suction on my chest never ceases, and my nipples are sore. They bite them and lick, and I twitch and mewl.

Later, I’m lying in the middle of the bed, exhausted. My asshole gapes open, cum pouring out. My nipples are drawn out and sore, clear liquid pearling at the tips. My limp cock iscovered with drying seed. I don’t even think of leaving this place. I wouldn’t make it to the door.

Gentle lips kiss my skin. Up my legs, along my arms, over my heart and ribs, around my bellybutton. Open-mouthed kisses rain all over me, and senseless joy fills my heart.

“Our little mate,” the leader says. He weaves his fingers into my hair, combing through the strands.

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