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"I'm yours," he told her, all proud and beaming. "Can't fake that. You milked me so hard. I'm all red and swollen." He was proud of it, so goddamn proud. "It looks like there are rings on my dick—"

"Shut up," she'd growled, feeling a little dazed with her pussy creamed, vulva sore and belly slightly bulging. She was dripping with spunk, the messy heat of it slipping down her thighs. Then he was kissing her, tongue-fucking her mouth, greedy until she was lacking air and gasping. She whimpered, Heat spiking, and he almost seemed to coo, all sugary sweet, a lilt that trembled up her spine.

"Omega wants to cum more?"

Altair giggled. "She's so fucking needy."

"Let me," Halcyon begged from his corner, a watery garbled wail spilling from his lips. "I want to taste her."

Valentino's eyes snapped open, despair showing. "I want to."

Halcyon growled, tears misting in his eyes. "You got to fuck her already—"

"But I've not sucked her clit yet—"

"It's my turn! It's not fucking fair—"

They must have fought, and she must have caved because Halcyon and Valentino were all pressed up between her sticky thighs, tongues on the squishy bump of her clit—one on each side, mouths kissing occasionally. There was a tentacle deep in her folds, Halcyon's fingers tapping at her g-spot. A squirt on Halcyon's lips and Valentino licked it off like a rabid dog, juices spilling down their chin. Altair's feathers were playing with her nipples.

Rue didn't know how she got there, and at that point, the holes in the nets were massive, pried open by needy, weeping Alphas. She'd lost all sense of shame somewhere at the seventh orgasm, and it was easy to part her thighs and let the Alphas do whatever the fuck they wanted to her. Their fingers played with the lips of her cunt, sucking at the glistening gummy pink of her centre, cleaning away what remained.

"I'm just a bunny," Halcyon had begged, floppy ears in his hair. "Just an innocent bunny…Gonna ejaculate in five strokes," he'd promised, promised with his snake tongue out like a lying cheat. "J-just the tip Rue, please, please, please." He'd wailed, perfumed cotton candy, starburst sweet. Something wicked and primitive sitting in the dark depths of his soul, but she ignored it.

There were hickies all over her thighs, blossoming rubies and purple bruises. And maybe she said yes when Halcyon agreed he'd cum in three seconds, and that they wouldn't make a baby. And maybe it was because he looked pretty and smelled deliciously like croissants and buttery vanilla. Besides, he was their pack mate and an extension of her soulmates. Rue was sure that they shared parts of themselves, and she'd get the same hit fucking him.

"No babies," he nodded, slurring sloppy, happy to be there, drinking up every drop of her slick as if he tasted like gold, humping against the surface of his net. "No kits."

They showed her how Valentino's tentacles could slip slimy into his cock holes and plug him up nice for her, leaving sticky thick goo. And Halcyon had shuddered through it, chomping against her fingers, a growl starting in his throat. Her fingers had pruned by the time he was done sucking her ring finger like a cock. And he was squirting clear, tongue out sloppy, hips jackhammering like a bunny from the plug.

Halcyon was so cute.

"And just one cock," she'd slurred to him, eyeing his dual cocks bouncing like weapons. And they might as well be with the pierced silver running up the length of him, the first warning of danger. He'd spent most of his time in the net fucking his fist and licking the semen from her cunt, scrapping out a competing Alpha's win. "Don't fucking push it."

"Just one," Halcyon had nodded so sweetly, clasped her hips, and pulled her close.

The artemis alien started with one, the shaft of his second cock rubbing at her clit, slotted between her thighs. And like the best of all sex toys—they were ribbed for pleasure, and his cocks vibrated like bees to ease the push.The stretch was good, it didn't matter that she'd just fucked two Alphas, and had been stretched from their knots. She was still gasping, nails still digging into his skin.

And then the fucking asshole fucked her with the fervour of a beast, ploughed with a rage she hadn't known he had, tempo that had his pelvis slapping against her ass in a crazed rhythm. His dual cocks slipped, slotted nice and buttery into the furnace of her cunt, two inches deep. She pulled him out before he could go in all the way, gasping at the stretch. Another snap of his hips, and he almost breached her asshole.

"Motherfucker! You said just the tip," she'd snapped at him. His fucking was wild, lacking the grace that Altair had and the wanton hardness of Valentino. Halcyon rutted nastily into her, sandwiched himself against the net, hips bucking deep. "And that was more than five fucking strokes!"

"S-sorry," he'd sobbed, more tears, itchy hands reaching. "But I want to cum and your pussy is so hot and so good."

Fuck. He wasn't afraid to bat his lashes, all watery and Bambi-eyed. And he showed his neck obediently, like an Omega to his Alpha, lips pursed for a kiss. And then he began to slow down with his ravaging, pressed her to the bed, crooked his hips an inch deeper, sliding so deep into her cunt that she was gasping. She could feel his cock and the shape of it, every bump, every damn curve, every fucking piercing, every shuddering exhale from his lips. He moaned like a porn star, moaned like she felt so good he had to cry. And it had her rippling through her pleasure.

"Ngaah," he'd moaned, muscles rippling. "So good."

"G-go faster," she'd begged, and he'd fixed her a glazed look, tongue out and lolling. His whimpers were growing frenzied, and his cock was all gooey, fucking into the gummy slippery silk of her cunt and melting her insides. She could hear the sound of him, the air twisting between them with each slam of his waist deep into the mattress, and when she clenched around him, he sobbed.

"Y-You said to go slow." Not if slow meant tantalisingly deep agonising pleasure, not if it meant feeling Halcyon's heart rabbiting in his chest. Not if it meant having to look at his face, and the pleasure that twisted his face.

"Changed my mind."

"No," he shook his head. "I want to stretch it; you can't take this away from me." His eyes flashed crimson, then an electric purple and blue. It subsided. "Want more," his hips slowed, hitched deeper into her slurping cunt.

"Stupid fucking Alpha," she hissed, hips pushed back to meet his thrusts.

She began hating the net, the ropes, the barrier that pushed him back from pulling her into his arms and splaying his body over hers. Because Gods, they smelled so good, and she wanted to be suffused with their scent, wanted to marinate in the smell of pack—

He did cum eventually, knotted her with her name stretched over his lips in an almost scream and his toes curled. He came crammed deep inside her, white-hot and roaring until cum spilt between them, running down her thighs. But not before he forced her through another quick orgasm that he lengthened with the bunny-like bounce of his snapping hips, so quick it had air fucked in and out of her cunt in noisy, embarrassing squeaks.

It had her groping her breasts for dear life, cunt drooling, body dizzy. She was breathless, body burning, muscles aching. And her head was melting, sticky pleasure running all over, vision clouding into white stars. At some point, they both collapsed to straining bellies, cock throbbing hot into her silky walls, spurting as he whined and cried.

"Thank you," he sobbed. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I've dreamt of this for so long—"