Page 39 of All Saints Day
The sounds that Dennis and Q make as Caz slurps them down make my pussy ache with tightness.
“Fuck!” Q whines as he flops backward into the blankets and couch cushions on the floor. “I just felt everything inside Louie contract—I’m so tight, no…we’re so tight it fucking hurts,” he whines, his fingers reaching between his legs to test his slick asshole.
“What do you need, Q?” Dennis rumbles, doing his best to keep his sea-glass green eyes from rolling back in his head as Caz continues to bob up and down on Dennis’ cock, taking Dennis almost to the back of his throat.
“I need my pack,” Quentin whimpers in desperation.
“How do you need us?” One of Dennis’ freckled hands creeps over the back of Caz’s skull, cradling the buzzed golden crown of his head as Dennis flexes his hips forward, fucking Caz’s face.
“I need my alpha’s knot deep inside me,” Q whines, lifting his hips off the ground, slipping two of his fingers inside his pulsing asshole. I cry out with pleasure as if he were finger-fucking my tight wet pussy. “I need my alpha to cum hard on Seb’s cock while I pump Cazzy full of my cum.”
I can feel my pussy spasm as Caz moans around Dennis’ cock, and Seb shifts his positioning—simultaneously guiding Dennis toward Q and onto all fours.
“And what about you, Louise?” Dennis growls under his breath, barely above a whisper.
I need to cum with all of you—to have a moment of love andjoy to save me from this hell I am living through until I am reunited with you. My mind begs.
There is a sudden swell of heat between my thighs—the wet sucking and licking as if I were being devoured—my soul sucked out through my clitoris; and all the other Saints let out low moans.
Seb reaches between Q’s legs, gathering some of his glittering slick to slather over his thick cock before spreading Dennis’ muscular cheeks to lube up Dennis’ winking asshole with some of Tin-tin’s slippery juices.
Dennis lets out a low moan as Seb’s middle finger circles his tight hole, his hips trembling slightly while Q lies back, his eyes hooded as Dennis presses the head of his cock against Q’s slick, tight asshole—Caz preparing to mount Quentin once Dennis has eased a few inches of his length inside of Q’s tightness.
“Fuck,” Dennis hisses as Seb slips his middle finger inside Dennis up to the second knuckle; a cry escaping me as I feel Dennis’ cock stretching Q along with Seb’s finger stretching Dennis.
Caz—clearly attuned to my additional pleasure—gives a little shudder of delight before he clambers over Quentin, easing himself down onto Q’s imposing length with a high-pitched whine.
Sensation gusts through me as Seb presses the first few inches of his girth inside of Dennis’ red-hot tightness.
“Mon-dieu,” Seb grunts out as he lurches against Dennis—in turn drawing cries from Dennis, Q, and Caz as they all move together.
Through the symphony of sensation, I could swear that I actually feel the walls of my pussy stretch as my Saints begin to fuck one another in a slow and syrupy series of gyrations and grinding. I can feel everyone’s building desperation—the quickening of so many bodies singing out with shared pleasure.
“I’m not going to last like this,” Dennis grunts out, his hipsdipping in deep scooping motions as he fucks Quentin—his knot pressing against Q’s ass with each seeking thrust.
“Me neither,” Caz whimpers—his cock bouncing up and down as he rides Q on the shared momentum from Dennis and Seb.
“I’ve been on the edge of cumming as soon as I got inside our littlefraise d’or ‘stight hole,” Seb growls out, his hands gripping the pinch of Dennis’ waist below the triangular slope of his muscular back—bronze thumbs resting in the dimples of McBride’s lower back as he pumps himself inside Dennis up to his dusky purple knot.
“What about you, Louie?” Q pants as his eyes roll toward the ceiling—my cunt coiling around a phantom hot hardness so tight I consider that I might be cumming right now.
I’m close, so fucking close. My mind screams—the harmonious union of my pack calling to me across space and time.
“I’m gonna cum!” Caz cries out, his head lolls back—Dennis reaches out a hand to wrap around Caz’s bouncing pierced cock just before he shoots a pearly load over Q’s chest.
Dennis lets out a low growl as he sinks his teeth into the right side of Caz’s neck.
Seeing Caz cum in thick pearly ropes over Q’s chest as Quentin’s own cock milks Caz’s prostate is enough to break Seb. I feel the powerful rolling thunder of his orgasm approaching as he slams his hips against Dennis’ ass.
“Holy fuck,” Dennis bites out as Seb’s knot prepares to stretch him to his limits—Dennis’ own knot banging at Quentin’s gates.
I can feel my own orgasm building—a pressure at my pussy lips like a knot about to force its way inside me.
“Do it now, Dennis!” Quentin cries out as he tightens around Dennis—his balls lifting as his cock pistons in and out of Caz’s ass; the pale theta still riding at pace along with his packmates.
Dennis pries one of Quentin’s hands from Caz’s waist—placing a kiss in the center of Q’s palm before he drops his lips to Q’s wrist, a ways down from my own bite.
Seb’s hands creep up from Dennis’ hips to his traps as he careens through the last few fevered thrusts before climax.
